LIVING DEAD BOY.

oh my.   now, this was a treat. as a creature of unyielding, boundless hunger, there is always a desire for violence.  for blood, for . . . . anything and everything he can get his claws on.  he’s selfish and greedy, willing to take, take, take, until there is nothing left.   yet for all the destruction he harbors, alastor is not without curiosity.  and so, much like a cat, he watches with all too interested eyes when she takes his claw  ——   eyes glinting, reflective of the light, when his hands closes around her neck.   for a few moments, he says nothing;  merely nurtures a widening, shark-toothed grin as the tips of his claws break skin, and draw blood.   his head cants to the side, an ear flickering faintly, as the creature considers.  his grip tightens, dimpling the skin, coaxing out more blood to stain his claws, and her own flesh.      “   . . . . i wonder, given our tastes, if this is more satisfying for you, or for me?   ”

          SHE’S STANDING IN A CIRCLE OF PROTECTION ; blood running from her arm and hand, brow set in determination. it’d taken hours to find him, invoke him, and blur the lines until he could break through. looming tall and sharp, he is every inch the nightmare she remembers — from his blood colored eyes to his sharp, blood colored claws.

    for a moment, she wonders if summoning lucifer (if possible) would’ve been a better idea.

❛ keep it in mind, demon, that you are mine, i summoned you and i can send you back just as quickly. i hold the reins now, as opposed to a bunch of idiotic children. and i know you. ❜

                                                just as you know me.

          tired doesn’t begin to describe how she feels, but there’s a hint of satisfaction here as well — she had no control over him last time. but now? now she does. a smile pulls at the corners of her lips, a combination of smug and — well, mostly just smug. it mirrors his own.

❛ i’m surprised you’re happy to see me, i thought you’d be furious since the last time i saw you, i sent you screaming back where you belong. ❜

          there’s a bit of cloth she’d brought for the wounds inflicted for the summoning and she picks it up to wrap around her arm absentmindedly, then repeats the motion for her hand. it hurts like all hell, but it was a necessary sacrifice. her smile vanishes and is replaced with a carefully crafted mask of a neutral expression. this next bit is going to be tricky, but she’s got something going in her favor.

          he wants her, and he cannot get her without her consent. and so her consent is what she is here to give — for a price. 

❛ no running off into any woods, no eating of any kind, at least not at the moment.and this is not a game, alastor, i summoned you here for a purpose. ❜

❛ i want to make a deal with you. ❜

how she wounds him!  of course,   there is some lingering fury there,   for that; and if she had attempted to summon him soon after that, well.  he would be far less interested in why, and want nothing more than her head on a pike. but now, he’s impressed, if a tad begrudgingly. and certainly, he still fantasizes of killing her, but that isn’t anything new. why, those thoughts were still present even in the heat of the moment where her perceived innocence went to die.

“     and fear not, darling  :   i intend to behave as properly as i can, giving the current restraints.   ”    as much as he tends to keep his word ( if only for the moment ),   that hardly means he does not find a way to do just that, and get what he really wants, in the process.  to find or create convenient loopholes around the rules. but this . . . consider his interest is more than piqued enough to give her his full attention.  

there’s the faintest flick of his ear when she speaks,    unblinking gaze fixated upon the brunette   as she says those magic words. there’s a visible shiver of anticipation, eyes taking on a far more visible, sinister glow for a moment;  as if the words alone were enough to    reignite a dwindling passion

“   ——     back from the grave, i’m yours tonight.     ”      a wide, knowing grin,  as if he had expected as much all along.  yet even if not, oh, there’s no denying just how smug the demon is, to be back topside;  summoned by the very human who sought  (  and succeeded!  ) in banishing him years ago.  “   i could hear your spell, from the depths of hell, past the flames of satan himself.   ”

the things that people assume about him are truly baffling, even when it was harmless.  but in this case, it made for quite the amusing surprise when his dare was met with a bashful, uncertain princess   ——  confidence faltering just for a moment.  but that is more than enough for the wolf to take advantage of.  witty banter was common place among company, though for many, it certainly was borderline threatening. with her, however, he enjoying identifying and creating cracks in that bubbly veneer, to see the many different layers beneath.

there was more than sun-bright smiles and blind optimism, and alastor was determined to draw each and every one out into the light, even if he had to drag it there himself.  like, for example, this one. : to discourage sin,  yet find herself splayed out along the counter top, the dough for sweets forgotten, gloved claws leaving imprints of flour and sugar on her dark slacks where they touched. teeth left bitten kisses along an pale flesh, the skin exposed from where the fabric had long since been undone.  mottled bruises from harsh treatment dusted over the top of her chest  ——   leading up to her swan-like neck, and gentle curve of shoulder.

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“Forget about prince charming. Go for the wolf. He can see you better, hear you better and eat you better.”

if the spider was on the hunt for a jump in alastor’s pulse, or racing heart accompanied by dilated pupils as evidence of lust   ——   he would certainly need to try harder to move the   dead   sludge   clogging   his   veins.    even so, there’s nary a sign of discomfort from the red - eyed devil.  no, if anything, he looks rather amused,  to have angel slotted against him so.  surely if he were anyone else, or any thing else, it might have been enough.  for a sign, even a sharp inhale of flutter of lashes.  but instead he betrays nothing with his ever present grin,   body   as   unresponsive   as   a   corpse.    if only just. but it isn’t the increasingly small space between bodies that piques the brunt of his interest, no, it’s the game.  that is what keeps him where he is, talons unbuttoning his coat with unsurprising ease. gaze remains hooded, nearly bored, even as the faintest brush of teeth graze his skin.

“   ——    violence.    ”      a gentle, even hum he adjusts to the warm weight of angel, pinning him. this is something he wouldn’t have allowed, not even for entertainment’s sake, weeks ago. but, as he said :  why does anyone do anything?   sheer,   absolute   boredom!    it just so happens that in this moment, angel is the one that holds his attention, a fixation that is as dangerous as it is exciting for the unspoken possibilities.  at least, as long as he was in the mood to play.    “  . . . . blood,  death.   there   can   be   something   so   intimate   about   death,    when someone is dying beneath your hand, or teeth.    ”

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❛   uhm …   ❜ had rosy cheeks been blessed a different shade, certainly they’d reflect the burn    ——    though the waver in her voice manages all the same.     no    doubt    it    is    self    -    inflicted   ,    courtesy of tiny claws (    little pricks of things    ) drawing back a sleeve to expose porcelain. there’s a moment’s hesitation, a moment of sense worrying painted lips    ––––––    or at least, that would be her story as a wrist is offered to the wolf’s maw. ❛    you can    ——    i’m    ready    now   .    ❜

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‘ … not a fan of dogs? ‘ theo stays outside the door, whining softly at the distance between him and jolene. 

‘ he can be smaller. the size of a hamster. would that be… better? ‘

“   ——   you asked me once,  darling songbird,  why i want to help with this outrageous idea of yours.   ”