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Post by Queen Kuueru on Sept 12, 2018 11:42:34 GMT -5
The amount of time that has elapsed since her escape from ‘hell’ seemed long. The demon had grown used to the many mannerism and customs of the mortal race, however—there was too much diversity for her to have knowledge of everything. While she tried to explore as much of the unknown world as she could, it would only be fitting she wasn’t the only demon doing just that. Kuueru wasn’t the type to hide her power, it often led strong beings to her looking for either a fight or curiousity. More often than not, they fell for her petty pink-haired disguise and didn’t notice the innate chaos brewing inside. Demonic energy was something unique. Besides that of normal Ki, it moves wildly and almost has a mind of its own. In order to unlock the full potential of such an unruly power was easy enough for a demon…but it still took work. But Kuueru wasn’t a full demon. Inside of her a light rested amongst the dark chaotic maelstrom. She was borne of the fruit, a decadent mix of sin and righteousness. Though, she would like to think she leaned more towards the sin. “That’ll be 80,000 zeni!” Kuueru snapped back to the scene at hand. The woman at the counter seemed a bit uncertain by the number, that much zeni would buy enough food for a city. Needless to say, she was at the finest establishment in town. She had slipped them a bit of extra money to make a ‘to-go’ order happen, something that they simply didn’t normally do. Kuueru swiped the card with Lute’s name emblazoned over it, and soon several staff members walked out with armfuls of large bags that wafted the aroma of decadency. Crab legs, seafood, bread, and the most delectable of meats and sides were all waiting for her. She sneakily walked out of the restaurant into the evening air. The subtle lighting of the street lamps reminded her of the gloominess of home…Still, something was off. Something felt---near. The demon looked around, her brilliant pink locks of hair flowing to and fro. Upon her body she wore a simple black dress that hugged her peachy frame. She had been experimenting with the more ‘modern’ disguises versus or old elaborate tunics and robes. Hopefully she didn’t stand out too much. She didn’t feel like fighting tonight.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2018 12:57:39 GMT -5
The street was quiet. Soft lamplight fought a losing battle against the encroaching shadows. Most people had retired to their homes for the evening, and save for the seedy straggler or two looking to prey on the innocent, the street was deserted. It was his favorite time to go for a walk, the buzz of cicadas complimenting the smell of fresh rain.
His boots splashed in the shallow puddles that covered the sidewalk as Colt traversed the narrow pathway. Head lowered, hands deep in the pockets of his tailored trousers, he easily blended in the lengthening shadows that stretched between each pool of light cast down from the overhead street lamps.
The only real indication he was there was the steady glow of the burning embers at the end of his cigarette, thin wisps of smoke trailing from its burning tip. It was a terrible habit for most, yet Colt did not possess the lungs of a normal human. In truth, smoke and fire did not affect him as much as it probably affected others. He was part-demon, after all, and it was a part of himself he was still discovering.
Demonic energy possessed a very specific feel—he would recognize it anywhere. But as the woman stepped out of the restaurant into the warm, humid night, an oppressive feeling washed over Colt. It startled him, causing the cigarette to tumble from his lips to the ground. He stared wide-eyed at her, his nostrils assailed with the wafting scent of the food she carried in her grasp.
He could not determine what was more shocking—her beautiful, almost sculpted appearance or the taste of powerful demonic aura that emanated from her. Without thinking, Colt pulled one of his Desert Eagles from its hidden holster beneath his arm pit and leveled the weapon at the woman. His hand shook, causing the long barrel to tremble in his grasp.
It wasn't possible. She had the same sickening energy as... as...
His father, Gadreel.
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Sept 12, 2018 16:15:33 GMT -5
The heat and humidity hit her face as soon as she walked out with all the bags. Luckily she could just teleport and didn’t need to waste the time and energy lugging them around. She carefully eyed the wet ground, being careful not to get her new boots wet from the brief evening shower. Though, it was becoming harder and harder to even see the ground as the sun set over the horizon.
Besides the heat, a tremendous aura had her distracted. Not the sheer power no, but the discord in it. Her gaze immediately shifted to the side to catch a crimson clad man. In her direction pointed his gun, though his hands trembled like a coward. She didn’t want to bother giving him a second more of her attention, but---why?
Why was he pointing a gun at her? Why was his energy so tainted? he certainly didn’t look demonic, but he sure as hell felt it.
Something caught her eye as his hands shook under the streetlamps. A ring upon his finger glistened with such brilliances. Something about it brought her nostalgia, but, so did a lot of things when you have lived so long.
She turned to him curiously, setting her bags carefully down, so to avoid getting anything excessively wet. Luckily the bags provided were plastic. She eyed the man carefully, and then his piece of jewelry once more.
“Yeah?” Kuueru interjected, it wasn’t the most common things to point a gun at someone for no reason. Not that a gun would do much to the demon. Her grin grew and she took a few steps forward.
“Can I help you? I just wanna go home and eat my filet before it gets colddddd,” she lamented on, her face resembling a two year old in a toy store. However, she felt the man already had a hinkling for her true identity. Oh, the bane of being prideful and not suppressing her power. But, it brought such fun encounters! Kuueru couldn’t say she ever had a shortage of new friends. @null WC: 343 | 738
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2018 17:43:13 GMT -5
"S-Stay back..."
His hand shook as Colt took a step back away from the woman, and then another. The closer she stepped, the worse his fear and anxiety grew. It felt like a pit of flies were buzzing around in his stomach. The next minute, as if a thousand bugs were crawling all over his skin. He could almost see them—tiny wriggling maggots climbing over each other, all bidding for the first taste of his flesh.
Colt had only experienced this phenomena once before. And that was in the presence of his father's ominous aura, the demon Gadreel. Though it was five decades ago, the memory of that day remained fresh in his mind. He could smell the burned wood of the orphanage, see the charred remains of all the other children and the nuns who cared for them when no one else would.
Picture the sharp, bloodstained teeth gnawing an arm that had been ripped from one of the nun's while the poor woman lay bleeding on the ground, the last vestiges of life escaping in a final desperate whimper.
He would not be fooled by this one. Never again.
"What are you? You can't fool me. I... I know what you are." He ignored her pleas about wanting to return home and eat her dinner before it was cold. Colt knew her kind—knew she had to be up to something far more sinister than a solitary dinner. He drew his other pistol, leveling the pair of .50 cal twin Desert Eagles square at her chest. The top of her breasts seemed to bulge in their restriction, and he didn't miss the tangle of long, wavy hair that spilled over her shoulders.
From here he could smell the scent of an exotic, alluring perfume. Or perhaps it was her evil aura... the scent was near intoxicating. He took another step backward, this time stumbling over a raised crack in the sidewalk. Surprised, he lost his grip on one of his pistols and it clattered noisily to the ground.
"D-Don't move!" He ordered her, trying to retrieve his gun with discretion. "If you move, I swear... I'll..."
Useless. He knew it was all useless. Her power was suffocating. One false move, and Colt knew she would have his head.
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Sept 13, 2018 16:13:24 GMT -5
"S-Stay back..."
The stutter in his words said it all. On top of the shaking of his hands, he sure did appear to be a nervous wreck. Kuueru minded her distance, neglecting to take anymore steps towards the crimson-clad man. Though it was fun for her to tease people, it had been quite a while since such a look of fear was elicited by her presence.
“If you know what I am, why do you ask me dumbass?” The demon retorted, her eyes visibly rolling back into her skull. It appeared she realized that this man wasn’t worth the time of day, unless he could muster up the nerves to get out a full sentence. Then, they could talk; preferably without a bullet aimed for her body. Still, he wasn’t done with his gun show.
Another one. He now brandished the twin brother of his initial pistol, he aimed them both towards her center of mass. The demoness leaned down to fish a hand into one of the bags of food, from it she retrieved a plump roll meant to be served as an appetizer. She hungrily tore at the soft bread with her sharp canines.
Perhaps her making a move troubled him, because the next thing she knew the man was on his ass scrambling for his weapons. Kuueru narrowed her eyes and continued to chip away at her baked delicacy. Something about the bread calmed her temper, if not for it, she wouldn’t be playing such petty games.
Pointing a weapon in someone’s direction was a threat she didn’t take lightly. Patience, however, that was something Kuueru possessed.
“Clearly, I’m not lashing out at you kid. Get on your feet, jeez,” she mumbled between bites of bread, and ultimately the roll was quickly finished. The back of her hand swiped across her muzzle to clean it of any crumbs. She then motioned for him to stand.
“Do you have to interrogate me in the middle of the street?” She let the words trail from her lips with a playful smile before turning her back to him to grab her bags once again. She was leaving, whether or not this stranger would be accompanying her for dinner was up to him.
She waited, ready to teleport the pair back to her most recent quarters for the evening. Kuueru often found herself staying in luxury hotels on Lute’s tab, it was the best way to travel and see all the most popular spots! @null WC: 413 | 1,151
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2018 18:45:40 GMT -5
Get a grip.
Was this the role he had rehearsed in his mind all these years? That when he finally encountered Gadreel, he would cower on the ground like some wayward orphan? Was he a sheep to be devoured by the wolf? Or was he the wolf, on the prowl, waiting for the moment to sink his teeth into his prey and take his pound of flesh?
Colt rose to his feet, holstering his weapons.
Can't start losing it here...
While the woman had done nothing thus far to warrant such an odd reaction, his heart continued beating its rapid tattoo against his ribs. Every nerve in his body was on edge. He had never encountered another with an aura like his own, or like that of his father's. She looked nothing like the monstrous vision he imagined demons would. But demons could also alter their appearance, and manipulate perceptions.
Though she took the form of a delectable human woman, Colt knew he would be a fool to fall for it.
Even a bigger fool if he didn't follow along with her little game.
He smoothed a hand through his hair, let it slip through his fingers. It was getting longer, a bit choppy. Maybe if he survived he could consider getting it trimmed again. "I'm not apologizing. Not to you."
Despite every warning in his body that screamed at him to run away, Colt steeled his resolve. He stepped closer, close enough that she could grasp him if she wanted. The only comfort he had were his pistols, and the large greatsword sheathed at his back. There were not many options other than to accept her unspoken invitation.
"I'll tag along. Not that you're offering me a choice in the matter."
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Sept 13, 2018 19:20:19 GMT -5
Drip.
Drip. Drip. Drip. Suddenly a chorus began to rain down around the pair of strangers. The halfling male had managed to pull himself together long enough to get off the ground, though the seat of his pants was surely wet now. She snickered at the thought, both of them would be thoroughly soaked if she didn’t act hastily. Suddenly, her hand reached out, an eerily warm feeling to her skin.
Touch. It was what was needed for them both to be transported. Immediately after their bodies connected... their surroundings completely shifted. Colors hurled by. It sounded as if they were in a convention center, thousands of conversations took place as they shifted through both space and time. It felt like an eternity of stomach-churning nausea, but if one looked at the time on the clock, not a second had passed.
It was a spell she had been perfecting using dark magic. It took her quite some time to garner the magical ability and skill.
“Welcome…”
As they stood, soon they were in the most gaudy hotel room imaginable. Clean white sheets lined the bed, the furniture was all modern and perfect. She had booked the room for the night as she explored some local attractions, however… she never intended on having company in it. She set the rain-soaked bags upon a glass table. She immediately took a seat and began unbagging and unboxing the seemingly endless amounts of food.
Steaks, potatoes, seafood galore. She would enjoy herself tonight, with or without the boy’s help.
“I’m staying here for the night, but at least we can talk without the skies opening up…” She turned towards him, a wicked smile on her lips before she began eating her meal. @null WC: 291 | 1,442
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2018 20:22:03 GMT -5
He shouldn't have been surprised that she could teleport.
Teleportation was a loose term for the sensation that turned his insides to mush. It couldn't have been more than a single second, yet in another sense, it felt like an eternity. The bombardment of voices, of swirling colors and patterns, that feeling of spinning listless in the air only to be abruptly dropped onto the ground.
The world spun, and then it stopped.
Colt pitched forward, staggering on wobbly legs. He felt a wave of nausea surge within him, and Colt rushed over to the makeshift kitchenette. He vomited bile into the pristine, stainless steel sink. There wasn't much, considering he had neither the zeni to eat regular meals or the appetite to do so anyway. Gripping the cold faucet, Colt turned on the water, splashed several handfuls onto his face. Vomit and water swirled together before disappearing down the sink.
His shoulders rose and fell with each heavy breath, trying his best to quell the unnatural sensation in his stomach. Only then did he bother to look around the dark hotel room. Ambient light filtered in through half-drawn curtains, and a view of the city stretched as far as his eyes could see. They had to be several stories up. It was an option if he needed to make a quick getaway.
What he needed was to get his head together. Regain control of the situation.
"Mind if I smoke?" he queried, not waiting for a reply. Within the span of a minute, smoke surged from his nostrils as he held the lit cigarette between his fingers. He'd shed his heavy overcoat, feeling the tingle of protective magic leave him upon removing it, along with his sword and gun holsters. It left him vulnerable. Or so, he wanted her to believe.
Colt flopped onto one of the plush sofas. Stretching what appeared to be an idle arm along the back of the sofa, his hand dipped from view, concealing the heavy cobalt pistol in his grip. He wasn't stupid, after all.
The food smelled amazing, however. It was all he could do to keep his eyes off of it. There were times he cursed his demonic senses—though he sat across the room, it smelled as if it were right under his nose. His stomach growled, louder than he would have like. He shot the woman a suspicious look. "Who'd you kill for this room? Let me guess. You placed reception under some sort of hypnotic spell or something, right?"
"I don't mean to be crass, but you're a demon. Not exactly model citizens, are you?"
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Sept 14, 2018 9:45:41 GMT -5
Eagerly, yet patiently, she began to pill the porcelain plate before her on the table. A hefty scoop of potatoes, then some green things she only assumed were a local vegetable. Meats remained the same through the galaxy, you could just about find something you liked on every planet.
It seemed that the teleportation threw the male off, her asked her permission to smoke, but chose to do so anyway. She didn’t mind, she just remembered her first time teleporting through space. It got easier with each jump, however, sometimes even the demoness found herself dizzy.
After lighting his cigarette, she watched curiously as he removed his weapons. Perhaps he was at ease now? Kuueru didn’t care one way or another, but it was certainly easier to talk to someone who was calm and not filled with rash emotions. For some reason, she could taste the angst pouring off her new companion, if you could call him that.
“I didn’t kill anyone, not here, not yet,” The demon answered honestly. Since her time in the mortal realm she hadn’t brought lethal harm to another. That’s not to say she didn’t bump knuckles and leave them in a pitiful state however.
“My boss covered the cost of my room,” Kuueru picked up the plate and began to walk into the den which he lay. She took a seat on an adjacent sofa, that mirrors the one he lay on perfectly. She carefully plopped pan seared scallops into her mouth, she leaned back into the embracing hug of the sofa. Such luxuries weren’t commonplace in the demon’s home.
Her brilliant eyes darted towards the ring once more, she wanted to say something but could only fear the repercussions of irritating the man further. If she spoke on it, she might bring up some negative feelings. But how did he know Gadreel?
“That’s what they say at least,” Kuueru responded to the questions of a demon’s morality. However, if that was true, this man was just as corrupt as she.
“You, you can’t be hypocritical kid, don’t throw stones in a house made of glass.”
She had cleared about half of the plate now, most of her food had since grown cold, but the taste was still comforting. She set the plate on a small coffee table in front of her. She then ran towards the bar to grab herself a glass of wine to choke the food down. While she tried to remain poised and eloquent, her greedy nature managed to peer through.
“I can sense the same energy from you, it doesn’t help that you somehow know Gaddy,” The words left her lips as she found her seat once more. She took a long drag from her cup, downing nearly half of the crimson liquid in one gulp before working on her plate once more. @null WC: 474 | 1,916
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2018 13:09:32 GMT -5
"Don't say his name."
It was a verbal threat, tinged with malice.
Colt stared hard at the woman, ignoring the scent of the food. His finger squeezed the trigger of his pistol. He wanted to shoot her, but it would be a waste of a bullet. He could blast her with ki, but that required more effort, and Colt didn't like using his demonic energy more than he had to.
He felt if he did, then he would become addicted to its enticing power. Hence, the guns and sword.
It was not wise to level such a command at her, nor was it wise to use a threatening tone. He forced down the bile that rose in his throat at the mention of his father, a brief flash of memory drifting through his mind. Colt pushed it down, buried it deep, refused to relive that nightmare another day of his life. But that was the thing about nightmares—you simply could not keep them at bay for long.
"Gadreel... that monster. He took everything from me. And I should like if you did not compare me to the likes of him." It was none of her business about the connection Colt shared with Gadreel.
But then a sudden thought struck him. If his goal was to get to Other World so he could slay the demon, this was probably as close as he was going to get. If she knew Gadreel... perhaps she knew how to find him, or better yet... how to beat him.
Colt made a show of setting the pistol in his hand on the table that sat between them. It was an unspoken truce.
"You want to know the truth? Gadreel... he's my father."
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Sept 14, 2018 15:54:32 GMT -5
It appeared she struck a nerve, something she had been managing to do with man all night. As she cleared the remainders from her plate, she set it aside once again on the coffee table. Whatever frustration or hatred was emanating off of this kid’s aura soured her appetite. If not for his company, she would be completing her meal, in one sitting. Without much minxing of words; that was the best way to enjoy a feast meant for a queen!~
Another sip and her glass was now empty too. The metabolism of the woman was nearly twice of a mortal. She burned off the alcohol in double the time, however it also hit her like a ton of bricks. Kuueru chuckled and shifted to mirror his pose. She kicked her lengthy legs onto the sofa; after carefully removing the moist black boots from her feet. She stretched out in an attempt to aid her digestion and achieve ultimate comfort.
“Monster huh? I’d like to say the same, though, I suppose I can refrain from comparing you two,” Kuueru shrugged towards her companion. She wasn’t sure why it upset him, but he was just as stubborn as his father. Hell, they even rivaled each other in looks.
She let her gaze linger a bit too long, taking in the man’s musk from across the room. He stunk of cigarettes and bad decisions,Likewise, the demon didn’t appear much better off. The corrupt aura she emitted would make anyone’s stomach turn, but---one might notice it was different than a full-blooded demon’s aura. In fact, her aura would feel much more tame than his father's.
Light versus dark, or whatever terms you preferred for mortal enemies. Her Shinjin genes fought valiantly against her chaotic, dark and demonic energy. Unfortunately, the powers seemed to ignore the fact they inhabited Kuueru’s body, and she had to deal with their hormonal issues. Sometimes a spell wouldn’t fire off, sometimes she was weak while flying. Still, Kuueru was actively seeking a way to find balance within her energies.
“Your father huh? That explains the looks and shitty attitude, no offense of course,” Kuueru chuckled and sat up on the sofa. She leaned forward, squinting her eyes at the boy.
“He broke out a few decades back, I remember, he didn’t really speak about what he did though,” Kuueru cleared her throat, and tugged at the bottom of her fitted dress. She had to appear appropriate, despite the booze dissipating her inhibitions.
“I had noticed the ring, that’s how I knew…” She pointed, a grin still present on her untrustworthy lips. @null WC: 434 | 2,350
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2018 19:05:28 GMT -5
Everything about this woman threatened to enrapture him.
It was indicative of a demon's true nature to take such an enticing form. He did not miss the way the languid way she sprawled on the sofa across from him, chatting as if they were old friends who were long overdue for catching up on their lives.
Perhaps that was the reason as to why she had not attacked him, despite the fact that he provoked her. It was clear she noticed that he was human, yet also held traces of demon blood in his veins. If that were true, then perhaps they shared more in common that Colt would have liked.
His eyes were drawn to the hem of her short dress where she attempted to tug it down. It did little to shield her shapely legs from view, milk white with an undercurrent of toned muscle. As Colt slid his gaze upward, he found her staring at him. He tried to hold her gaze, but found it was far too unnerving. Instead, he found an excuse to stand, walking past where she sat to retrieve the bottle of wine she'd drank from. He did not bother with a glass—tilting back his head, Colt drank long and deep.
The alcohol burned his throat on the way down, and soured once it settled into the pit of his stomach.
"You've got a good eye for wine," he said as he returned to his place on the couch. He brought the bottle with him, and as a gesture of goodwill, refilled her wine glass. "An even better eye to spot this."
He held up the hand with the ring on it, allowing some of the fading evening light to catch it where it streamed in through the windows.
"This used to belong to Gadreel. I took it from him when he tried to kill me. It was roughly fifty years ago or so—guess you could consider it the spoils of battle. Nah... more than that. It's a reminder. For every day that I draw breath, is another opportunity to murder that son of a bitch."
He gazed at the black tungsten band he'd worn on his finger for decades. It was thick, inset with a cut onyx stone surrounded with silver runic markings he always considered demonic in nature.
"It's pretty handy in a fight, too." Colt looked up at her then. "Do all demons carry a ring like this?"
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Sept 14, 2018 19:45:41 GMT -5
Kuueru found herself sinking into the plush pillows that lined both ends of the sofas. She felt at ease in a place that was completely new and fresh. The woman lived her life as if she were on vacation and a constant tourist. Perhaps it was the reason she hadn’t went out on vicious killing sprees. Kuueru just needed a nice cruise around the galaxy to stop her from a demonic takeover!~Her long slender fingers combed through the damp pink mop she called hair. She tried to keep her appearance as close to presentable as possible. The demon was severely self-conscious about the way she conferred to others, she found that mortals also did not care for the looks of a demon. She tucked away her horns, tail and even wings with a powerful camouflage spell. She could maintain the guise even in battle, making it extremely useful. At least by staying undercover she didn’t have to worry about inciting fights nor fear. It appeared the man couldn’t resist any longer. He jumped from his seat and waltzed across the room. There he found the still-chilled bottle of red wine. It was provided by the hotel, but for the price she paid for the suite, it was something exquisite. Kuueru wasn’t sure of the brands, for there were so many to memorize and even taste. The man brought some attention to his hand, and flashed the ring Kuueru had been eyeing all night. She didn’t just know who it belonged to, she was that person. One of her milky legs crossed over the other as she reached for her freshly refilled cup. Her cheeks were already tinged from the liquor, but she chose to continue drinking anyhow. “Yeah, he’s a jerk. But, that ring isn’t his. It’s mine,” Kuueru affirmed before drinking the rest of her glass. She then held out her cup demandingly towards her companion. The demon leaned forward to make sure he didn’t spill trying to reach her. That is, if he wasn’t going to hog the entirety of the bottle. “I know him though, for sure. We had ups and downs, but I know he’s still alive at least.”
She paused, thinking on his question about the ring. “No, everything you get in that place you have to earn. If you even make it past infancy. If you didn't grow up there, you’re lucky. You’d be an evil bastard too!” The woman happily waved her glass before running to retrieve more bread and butter from earlier. She applied a copious amount of the animal fat to her soft bread before her teeth melted into it. Her eyes almost fluttered back into her head in ecstasy. Good booze and food was more than she would have ever gotten back ‘home’. “Tell me, what did you get named boy? Something edgy? I bet it’s something edgy!~” Kuueru found her awkward seat on the other sofa once more.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2018 20:51:36 GMT -5
Colt tipped the wine bottle to his lips, taking another long swig of the delicious nectar. He couldn't remember the last time he'd tasted something so good—or drank anything other than water, for that matter.
His physiology was a mystery. Though the human portion craved food and drink, he could often go weeks on end without eating a single morsel of food. Colt wouldn't feel the fatigue from the lack of energy, but he had long since learned that his two halves seemed to war against one another. If he allowed his human portion to grow malnourished, his demon half became more prevalent. He became more irritable, his thoughts darker and bent toward harming others.
Maybe it was a good thing he'd followed her back to this place.
He nearly choked at her revelation. Sputtering and coughing, he set the wine bottle down and gaped at her, his cool facade broken for the second time in one night. "Y-Yours? That's not possible..."
Colt could never forget that harrowing night. His body was marred with the scars of battles long past—deep, puckered markings where his father literally gouged at his flesh. Taking that ring had almost been a badge of honor, and the ultimate teen rebellion. Now here sat a demoness, claiming that it belonged to her.
"Well, that figures." He sighed, lifting the bottle to refill her outstretched glass. He could tell from the hint of color touching her cheeks that it was starting to have an effect on her. Maybe that could work to his advantage, in more ways than one.
He could no longer resist the food when she returned with the bread and butter. He watched her bite into it, almost spasming at its taste. He wasn't sure if it really tasted that good, but he was tired of fighting it. Perhaps it was the wine lowering his own inhibitions, but if she hadn't killed him over the wine, it was a safe bet he could eat his fill too.
He left the sofa once more and retrieved one of the cartons from the table. It was grilled jumbo shrimp, covered in some sort of garlic butter sauce. Forgetting table manners he had never possessed to begin with, Colt ripped open the package and began to eat. He mulled over the demon's next few words as he chewed. "I can't say whether or not it's edgy. Since my mother was dead, the nuns let me pick my on name. It's Castor, but I go by Colt." Instead of returning to his own sofa, he took a chance and perched at the edge of the one she sat on. "I never got yours, by the way. Guess it won't matter depending on how this night goes..."
There was still a grand chance she would kill him. He had no way of knowing if she spoke the truth about his father's ring belonging to her—it was a demon's nature to lie, after all. But she didn't speak of Gadreel with any measure of fondness, so perhaps it was the truth.
"Gadreel's a bastard. We already established that. The sooner I kill him, the better. But... this ring's got me through some pretty rough times. I can't just hand it over to you..."
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Sept 14, 2018 21:41:47 GMT -5
Kuueru couldn’t help but smirk as the man so crudely downed the liquor straight from the bottle. He wasn’t the least bit charming, but that was all right. His reaction however, shifted, once she claimed her ownership of the ring. The onyxian stone was ornate and perfectly crafted to fit both a male and female hand. The runes inscribed spoke all it needed to however, the mark of her family lineage was stamped on the side in demonic tongues. Though, she was sure he couldn’t translate due to his cluelessness of the culture.
As he came to terms with her proclaiment, he graciously refilled her glass. Her plump lips pressed to the cup while she indulged in the liquid, which now went down her throat like water. Funnily enough, alcohol always seemed to trick you like that.
“Don’t worry, I don’t need it anymore. It was just an ancestors on the matriarchs side. She’s been dead for a while,” Kuueru watched him warily as he sprung from his seat.
It seemed he succumbed to his mortal needs, for he was now stealing boxes of food from her stockpile. Seemed the choice of the night was shrimp. The plump morsels glistened in the dull lighting of the hotel room. He soon revealed his name, and the fact that it was his own choice. Then, the light-haired man decided to linger by her, perching along the side of the porcelain colored furniture.
“Colt, hn? Interesting that you got dumped at an orphanage or something. It can’t be helped sometimes, we’re all orphans where I come from!”
Kuueru nearly missed the man beckoning her name.
“Kuueru,” the demon replied in a direct statement. It wasn’t often she introduced herself to people, let alone invite them for dinner. Which, by the way, those shrimp looked decadent.
Somehow, the demoness found more depth to her stomach. With incredibly fast reflexes she snatched a plump shrimp from the pile. Into her mouth it went as she sucked the meat from it’s carapace shell. All of the garlic butter that lingered in the remains she managed to suck up greedily. Her face glazed over from the sweet and tangy shellfish, and perhaps the alcohol ripping away in her bloodstream.
“And by how the night goes? Do you seriously think I’m going to kill you if I haven’t already? Jeez man, I’m hurt…”
She shifted her weight, the demoness now leaning towards Colt with a puzzled expression. If the boy had aims to kill his father, she couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t curious of the plot.
“So what’s the plan? I’m sure you have a plan to kill him eh?” Kuueru paused and pressed a finger to her chin curiously.
“Gaddy’s probably only grown stronger the more he trains in there, the demon realm I mean… The power a demon can harness there is amplified by like---thrice. Here in the mortal realm I feel like a weakling,” Kuueru inhaled sharply and leaned her head upon the couch defeated. Her eyes focused on the chandelier above for a long moment as she revealed in silence. It was true however, since living in the mortal realm she felt nearly a fraction of her former power. She was learning how to amplify that power. Demons were used to being naturally gifted, but perhaps her other half wanted her to work for things in life.
“That asshole hit it and quit it…” Perhaps it was a bit too much information, but she couldn’t lie. The rebellious and daring actions of Gadreel had sparked an interest some centuries back. Still, that was ancient history, literally before he lay with this boy’s mother. @null WC: 610 | 3,450
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2018 23:30:31 GMT -5
Relief flooded his being to hear that she no longer desired to claim the ring—something about it belonging to a former matriarch. His shoulders deflated a bit, and Colt even allowed a hint of a smirk to tug at his lips. He glanced down the ring, twisting his hand so that it caught the fading light. It was an extension of himself, and his main motivation to keep moving forward.
Without his ring, he would be lost. Colt would have no purpose, and he feared he would descend into the madness that threatened to overwhelm his mind each day.
He took a long drag on his cigarette, and then ground it out against the heel of his boot. Stuffing the butt into an ash tray resting on the table, he went to eat another piece of shrimp only to discover that a great deal of the pile had diminished in a mere few seconds. All that remained was a final jumbo shrimp. So much for a proper meal. Not that he would complain. It wasn't his food, nor his wine, to begin with. He was only there on her hospitality, so it was only fitting to ingratiate himself to her.
"Kuueru."
He spoke her name with caution, as if saying it in a tone too casual would drum up the true monster that dwelled within Kuu's exquisite human body. Colt liked the way it seemed to roll off his lips, as if his tongue were equipped to speak demonic language and he simply had not been aware of it. "Kuueru..."
It seemed familiar, though perhaps it was merely the sense of kinship he had begun to feel. Kuueru knew his father well, and he was dismayed to learn that a demon grew stronger when they trained in their home realm. Dismayed, but excited. If it were true for all demons, then could it be true for him? He was about to inquire, but was stunned at her next few words.
Colt stared at Kuueru, watching her gaze in a forlorn manner up at the ceiling. From his current angle, there was little being left to the imagination. Lying there against the plush cushions, she emanated a sense of elegance and royalty. Her pale skin seemed to glisten in the emergent moonlight that streamed through the curtains. Her scent—which Colt now understood to be her strange, unique aura—was beyond intoxicating. Every time he inhaled, his heart raced.
Was it being done on purpose, to confuse his mind? That, coupled with the wine, led to his next poor choice of words.
"Gadreel's insane... lucky son of a bitch."
The plan. Focus on the plan. With one final longing look at her body, he forced himself to pace away from the sofa, over toward the window. Hooking his thumbs in the pockets of his tailored trousers, he watched the slow bustle of the city far below. Lights lit the city from here all the way to the distant horizon. Tall skyscrapers hosting thousands of windows, full of unsuspecting people.
People who would run in terror if they knew monsters like himself and Kuu existed this close to their homestead.
Stay focused. Remember your purpose.
He forced the inappropriate thoughts from his muddled mind, letting his anger toward Gadreel fuel his reasoning. "You asked about a plan, right? Honestly, I don't really have one. All I know is Gadreel needs to die. I've been traveling for years now, taking jobs. Seeking magical artifacts that'll help me get stronger."
He didn't want to face her again. He didn't trust himself to keep his integrity. But at the same time, Colt wanted to know the truth. He turned around, folding his arms as he leaned back against the wide window, his back to the city below.
"Be straight with me, Kuueru. You say training in the Demon Realm gets us far stronger. I'm sure that bastard's gotten stronger since the last time I fought him. Do you believe, if I can get to Other World, that there's a chance for me to beat him? Could I spend a month or two there, training and preparing before taking him down? Because I'm willing to do anything—anything—to get at him, and make him wish he'd never been born. This isn't about revenge, or justice... I want him dead, plain and simple. I want to rob him, just like he robbed me. I don't really care what happens to me after that."
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Sept 15, 2018 18:32:17 GMT -5
It was true that the power the demoness had achieved since she possessed the ring was tremendous. She had worked diligently to train both mind and body to be in their best possible condition. Her hard work was substantiated by her dense and almost sickening aura and power level, but also her body’s condition.
She was built of heavily compacted muscles. Her legs were the leading feature, she moved, and she moved fast. She had to carry strength all over her body as a combatant. However, her lower extremities certainly did a lot of the heavy lifting in a fight.
She could imagine Colt had the same determination, although with his strength he aimed to thwart his father’s plans, and life. Kuueru found the bond of Colt and his father interesting; she wasn’t aware of much of her arrival before she was dumped, obviously it was too early in life. Sometimes she imagined that not knowing was better than knowing. Colt so hated his only Father, that he wanted to sacrifice him to his blade.
“Colt….Colt,” She mirrored him, a snicker pressing from her throat. She attempted to tease the way he spoke her name not once, but twice.
“S-Sorry I ate too many,” Her face shifted to shock, then sorrow as she took notice of his now empty container. It appeared she was truly unaware of how she bamboozled the half-demon out of his meal. She waved a hand back towards the food on the table, if he was truly still hungry, she wanted him to eat. She wasn’t a horrible hostess in the least, in fact...this might be a better treatment than most close friends even achieve.
Her dull purple gaze shifted to a brilliant crimson. The demon’s sights were locked onto the back of the man’s head, if he were to make any moves while she was off guard--- she would certainly be prepared to defend herself. The vengeful man still was a bit trigger happy for her liking, and she wasn’t much in the mood for conflict tonight.
Colt shifted across the room, seemingly tired of the woman’s company already.
“Lucky son of a bitch? Don’t be dissin’ Grandma now,” Kuueru huffed the words loudly. Though it was embarrassing to admit, she and Gadreel’s fling was just that. A fling. The moral lines attached to mortals were erased with demons. They were creatures of wants and needs, they did not fear repercussions nor the opinions of others. Kuueru had always been the type to get something for herself if she even had the hinkling of a craving.
“Well, you know I’m going to advise you that not having a single plan is not a good idea,” remarked the woman as she too came to a stand. She walked to his side while her curious eyes peered down at the hustle and bustle of nightlife on the planet. Many people were out on the town, having fun, working, or just doing nothing. However, here Colt was plotting the murder of his father with a strange demon. There two were far from the norm.
“So, I will be straight with ya. Imagine then you had about three times the ki energy; on top of that, your ability to mold and use it is enhanced. But, that’s just there---once you came back you probably wouldn’t retain much of the abilities. If you aim to kill your dad, you’ll be most powerful and able to in the demon realm...but---in the same regards---so will he…”
Kuueru yawned sharply before her arms and body sprouted towards the ceiling. She stretched her ‘old bones’ before pondering on how he would approach the hit itself. Gadreel was one hell of demon, if he wasn’t a lord yet---he sure was on the way to being one.
“If you have never been, I’d say it would be a good experience. You’ll get used to wielding such strength; you’ll know your limits, you’ll know how much to hold back its...insane.” Kuueru spoke fondly of the effect of the realm on demons, however she didn’t bring up the misery that everything else there invoked.
If allowed, her hand would reach for his shoulder affirmingly. Despite what most seemed to think, the woman wasn’t about to genocide an entire planet. No, she wanted to keep her prey alive long enough to fear her properly. She wanted the regard of being one of the strongest in both the demon, and mortal realms. Her ambitions only grew as she pushed herself to the limit time and time again. First Lute challenged her, then Polaris, and even Cam the emperor of Kabocha. She had taken on some of the galaxy's best fighters, and managed to come out with little to no wounds. Most would marvel at her feats, but she wasn’t satisfied in the slightest.
“I don’t even know if I would have trouble with him now…” @null WC: 819 | 4,269
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2018 22:00:51 GMT -5
Colt said little as Kuu joined him at the window, observing the city far below them.
The more he listened to her speak, the more excited Colt became. Though he didn't show it—his face remained wooden, his demeanor sullen where he leaned back against the wide bay window, his back facing the deepening purple of the skies.
His mind whirled with the possibilities.
So many questions. Colt wasn't sure where to begin with his line of questioning.
He felt Kuu's hand rest against his shoulder. Colt flinched at her touch, though he didn't remove her hand from his shoulder. It was warm and gentle to the touch, and it lulled him into a sense of comfort. It also threatened to stir the lust that had been simmering beneath the surface. He was always fearful of indulging in many of life's temptations.
What if he lost control? What if he hurt innocent people? He did not want to become a monster. Even if Kuueru could handle it...
He snapped his thoughts back to the present. She was saying something about not being sure how her power would match up against his father's.
"Wait... didn't you say you've only tapped into a fraction of your true power here? You're powerful—probably the strongest person I've ever encountered. Far stronger than me, and I've never been nothing to sneeze at. The one thing Gadreel did right, I suppose."
Colt turned to face her.
"Point is, you're right. There's no way I'd be strong enough to beat him, even if I could gain a nice power boost. I guess a part of me understood that all this time... but if we worked together..."
His words trailed off into silence, and he allowed her a moment to put the pieces together. It stood to reason that Kuueru was probably as strong as Gadreel, and if not, perhaps close. She spoke of him with mild irritation, but Colt could sense no fear in her words. If she could come close to matching his power, and Colt added himself into the equation...
It was as close as he would get to achieving his goal.
But how would he get Kuueru to agree to it?
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Sept 16, 2018 10:54:40 GMT -5
Her sullen gaze took in all the wonders of citylife. They all seemed unaware of the two god-like people who didn’t pay them an ounce of attention. With Ease the woman could wipe out a good portion of a planet, if not a whole thing. However, her desires were far more complex than that of a normal chaos induced demon. Kuueru aimed to meet her own goals, strategically and with a precision unmatched by any mercenary or special agent. She worked behind the scenes, researching each person she came into contact with extensively. She had all her pawns, and they all knew their position; behind it all, Kuueru was a manipulator at worst.
He flinched at her touch, she suddenly felt remorse, but didn't remove her hand. He seemed to adjust as she continued to talk, so therefore she continued.
She felt some empathy for the boy, and even so--wanted to help him meet his own goals. It didn’t seem to fit her agenda, but making allies was one of the most powerful things a person could have. If anyone attempted to go for killing the demon, she wouldn’t be alone. That is solely due to her extroverted and branching nature. Anyone with power she met, she usually left on a good note---just in case she needed them down the road.
“Yeah, a mere fraction,” Kuueru caught his gaze as he turned to face her. Next, he agreed with her thoughts. It appeared the boy wasn’t dumb. He knew that he would have to prepare to fight the one he truly wanted dead. It wasn’t going to be easy, but Colt could very well achieve it.
“Worked together? I mean, I don’t like your father, but what do I get from killing the guy?” Kuueru mused to the man while her pearly whites shined passed her dark stained lips. The demon idly tapped the toes of her foot against the marble flooring. It was cold, not nearly as comfortable as she would have imagined for the pay. But different strokes for different folks.
However, the woman’s face shifted. Her brows knitted together and formed a most serious expression. Her eyes locked with his own as she finally withdrew her hand from his shoulder. Now, both of her palms rested against the crooks of her hips.
“I suppose I could escort you there, make sure you don’t die, and get us back…”
Kuueru threw around ‘What ifs’, which she was positive got under the halflings skin. @null WC: 415 | 4,684
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2018 16:13:36 GMT -5
So much of Colt's idea depended on variables he couldn't control.
He couldn't control Kuueru, for one. She was a powerful demoness, and if she knew Colt's father as she claimed, it meant she was an old demon, too. He couldn't help but wonder how many mortals had their lives stolen at her hands. Here, amidst the ever growing shadows of the lush hotel room, Kuu seemed little more than a delicate morsel of feminine perfection. As if she were but a woman with too much time and resources at her disposal.
Colt could not picture her wiping out life forms on entire planets for the sheer thrill of carnage. But demons by nature were hateful—they hated the gods, and they hated their creation.
Where gods sowed seeds of life, demons reaped harvests of death.
Colt had seen this with his own eyes. Gadreel and Kuueru were perhaps cut from the same, vicious cloth. And if it were true for them, maybe it was true for Colt as well. He pushed off and away from the window. Though he possessed no fear of heights, Colt did not like the stirring thought that the mortals who dwelled far below were all mere ants to be squashed beneath his boot.
He returned to his seat on the sofa, bending forward to unbuckle his boots as he slid the damp leather from his feet. "Look, I'm not asking you to make some sort of demonic contract with me... I'm not even sure if those exist."
Colt leaned back against the sofa and met Kuueru's gaze.
"I'm not even asking for any sort of alliance. You want the ring back? Help me kill Gadreel, and you can have the damn thing. Because if there's one thing I've learned about him, it's that he destroys everything he touches. Including you."
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