The iron-like stench of blood fills the boy's nostrils all too soon. Usually, it was easy to shut out, but this particular classroom with the guts and upturned chairs and whatnot... if anything, it was extremely unpleasant. The person Noin planned to negotiate with was unpleasant as well, so they cancelled each other out. Whatever. No pain, no gain.
Somehow, despite Tharja's warning not to be late, she wasn't exactly punctual. Or Noin just ran very fast. Women like her were unpredictable, after all. One could never be too careful. Fixing one unruly chair and resting on it, the demon waited.
And just then, there was a creak. Of course! He was ready.
"You told me not to be late, but I got here first. It's kind of ill-mannered of you, you know? Hmmm... this place gives me the fucking creeps. Make it quick, okay?" Not a very good start, but eh. His mood was in the gutters, anyways.
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It could be assumed that when a village was pillaged and destroyed, one must torture the chieftain to learn of what goods the people made, stored, where it is stored, the safe’s number, how to crack it, sometimes even severing a thumb or entire limbs if it was a fingerprint-based lock.
Usually, Noin was in charge of the actual claiming of the treasures. But it wasn’t unheard of him to join in the quiet yet inhumane practice of watching a usually elderly man being interrogated; knives, claws, magic, whatever it took— the information was all that mattered, all the treachery was justified. It was simply dog eat dog, for the sake of the great Lord.
It wasn’t unheard of to torment those he hated in his free time, either.
"Embarrassing me in front of everyone like that… you’re pretty cheeky, huh?"
The demon had never manually done so, relying on a puppet to maim the victim however he saw fit. There were no rules set forth in place except not to kill until the information targeted is acquired. It was funner to do it slowly, anyways. Sometimes a broken fingernail was a man’s best friend. As with the current situation. All Noin had brought into the small broom closet was some bracelet tarp, vinegar, citric acid, and a knife. The fool in question was aptly placed on a small stool, an automatic setting of continous discomfort. The room itself was warm and damp.
There wasn’t any goal behind it. It was just hatred in its purest form.
Nate’s wrists were bound behind his back, neatly, tightly. Even with that, it was fairly easy to escape, and Noin wasn’t exactly difficult to overwhelm. And yet, he remained. Shaking. Afraid. A failure.
"How badly do you want your stupid red-tailed hero to save you now?" A smile of a hiss enters Nate’s ears as the cold vinegar is adminstered into a cut via dropper. The reaction was rather disappointing— nothing but a horrid cringe and the everpresent catatonic chanting. Help me. It was no longer satisfying after hearing the phrase be repeated about a thousand times. If anything, Noin was furious. "No one cares, Swimtwink. No one, and I mean no one, is bothered to come look for you, let alone help you. Shut up.” Frustrated, the demon simply edges closer to slide the blade between the tarp and the boy’s wrists, cutting it instantly. This was nothing short of a waste of time.
"Get out of my fucking sight. Before I change my mind."
She might as well have been, the way she looked at Noin after his response. She doesn’t appreciate being mocked, and that’s how she perceived his echo.
Fingers release their grasp and she idly shakes her hand like one would after touching something nasty.
…Then she stares a moment, debating on whether it’s worth it to continue or not.
"…Got a moment? I need to speak with you. Somewhere with less… people, preferably.”
"...less people." That was all that he could say. If anything, this bitch meant business. "Less people" meant "private", and "private" meant there was a deal to be made.
But honestly, what would someone like her want? Her body language was definitely hesitant. It had to be something important. Heavy. But what does Noin know? It's not like he was in second command at one point. Nope.
He had to pick a very good place.
"Classroom S. The really gross one with all the blood and guts. No one ever goes there."
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to: ban
from: blonde little dino boy from next door
[TXT]: ok sir hhappy halloween here i am having a VERY NICE story for u
[TXT]: it is a little wee spoopy and i am suuuuure u will 2 cry!
[TXT]: ok
[TXT]: So ur with ur honey and yur making out wen the phone rigns. U anser it n the vioce is “wut r u doing wit my daughter?” U tell ur girl n she say “my dad is ded”.
This kid again — the one with the tongue she so longed to rip out and jump rope with. Though in all honesty, she’d never expected a murder charge on his hands from first glance. Now the boy walked free again, and Tharja just happens to reach for his shoulder in a cold grip.
It was that bitch again -- right moody pain in the fucking ass she is. You're giving too much credit to the bear child, eh? Showed her, huh? What does he look like to you, anyways? 12? Seriously, humans have no respect for strong, highly ranked demons like him. Jeez.
Her fingers were like snakes, nails manicured like knives. Women truly were dangerous. Do you think she can shoot torpedos from her cold eyes? Ehhhh.
Ruptured appendix. Broken nose. Various injuries from his execution which he did not give much time to heal. He'd only just revived-- weak, vunerable-- only to be beat up by that stupid fucking twink. It tugged at every nerve in Noin's body. It was an embarrassing way to go. Extremely.
But was the demon's spirit broken? Naaaaah. Not at all. He wasn't even thirsty for revenge. Seeing Nate in the infirmary as well was quite enough. What kind of gruesome end did he meet? The pumpkins, yes? Splendid. Wonderful. Noin sneers at the thought of a pumpkin tumbling down, taking a niiiiiiiiiiice, biiiiiiiiiiiig bite, snatching up the head and-- laughter interrupts his train of thought, only to realize someone had been watching him. Noin stops. His privacy has been invaded.
Good night, Noin September. Was this like, what, the fifth time? Poor Juli. He didn't even get to see him. Lived for like... three hours... Doesn't anyone feel bad?
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