Paper Faces
It was still within the duties of the favored of the Prince of Lies to collect his debts. While she had plenty to do in the midst of preparing for war, he accepted no excuses for dips in performance. Varikai stood on a small balcony, overlooking a lavish courtyard where the lower class danced in their drunken kaleidoscope. Her crimson eyes scanned the crowd for those precious details: Couples forming to run off in places only slightly more remote to fuck. Men liberating themselves in drag. Courtiers sneaking amongst the people to negotiate with lords of the underworld. In an odd twist, this realm was one where humans and monsters had become well acquainted. It was quite interesting to her how successfully this timeline had integrated. It was generations ago the monsters were liberated, so no one in this setting would remotely resemble anyone she might recognize from those distant memories in the underground from whence she came. One of the local Dons had made a pact with Lucifer in their youth. Now was the time when he would call in what was owed. A new generation of demons would be necessary for their plans, and that required the darkness of corrupt souls. The human in question was somewhere in the private party she was attending. Fireworks startled her lightly, claiming her attention while she sipped her second glass of wine. It was hard to focus on the task at hand. The Don would need a few more drinks before she would be able to strike. Normally, the hybrid would feel thankful for some time to kill, but she had been running from having to face her thoughts as of late. He consumed them... The silence only brought back flashes of those shattering moments. His hand sliding up her back to cradle her against him. The way he moaned against her. The look in his eyes before he disappeared. Every time she began to dwell, it caused her heart to race while her stomach churned with pure terror. It was cruel how somehow she found it invigorating; the same primal satisfaction one gets when deliberately touching a hot surface. She was truly a masochist to her core, and this was new pain. A breeze from the sea soothed her further into her painful little thoughts as she leaned against the bannister. Her scarlet gown flowed; a rather traditional piece as to blend into the tourism of the occasion. This gathering was for the prominent crime families in the city. The residents would see her as foreign and or disposable company, and other tourists might find her demeanor off-putting and avoid such a damper on their vacation. A jeweled, obsidian mask adorned her face, enough to draw from her identity but highlight her features. Her hair was neatly pinned into curls that strained to remain so as she continued to ponder. All sort of breeds of creature were here. But, oddly enough, no one like her. She wondered if Voidster would be able to resist disappearing into the crowd and casually taking victims here and there. A smirk curled her lips as she imagined watching him from this very spot, putting on a show for her. She imagined them laughing over how many he could discreetly kill before someone would notice... Glowing a little brighter, she laughed to herself, lost in thought. @askvoidster
