Join Me
Leave a “Join Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]
Privacy was a foreign concept in New Utopia. Perhaps there was an illusion of it, an imaginary wall that all of the human occupants hoped existed. The fact of the matter was, the only private thing they had was their own thoughts and emotions. Everything else was fair game. Spying was normal. Interruptions were normal. There was nothing demons enjoyed more than seeing the shocked and terrified expressions of the humans as they popped up in places no one would have assumed they’d end up.
This instance was no different, except for the fact that Josephine had stopped caring. Maybe that was why the others had started to pull faces at her. The woman with little to lose and everything to gain.
Lilith, still bitter that she couldn’t have played with her toy longer, decided to make a trip to Josephine’s home. Boredom played a major role in this impromptu visit, but more than that, her very pride was on the line. Jo knew information that could be potentially used against her. She had to have seen that Eve and Lilith were more than just old friends. Even humans were not idiotic enough to miss that tension in a conversation.
Meanwhile, Jo was taking a bath--one that had already been going on for an hour, and one she never wanted to end. Muscles were finally relaxed. Her shoulders were no longer hunched. Cleanliness truly did seem to be next to godliness, until she heard her door open roughly. At first she assumed it was Patrick, which was her first mistake as Patrick was always one to knock. Her second mistake was to not bother turning her head as Lilith approached, a sneer on her face as she saw Josephine in very vulnerable position.
“Not a bad view,” Lilith stated, her eyes glancing over the places where the bubbles had long since vanished. They mostly, however, lingered on the bruises that were almost completely faded around Josephine’s neck.
Jo froze her movements, the back of her head still pointed towards Lilith, and her eyes wide in surprise. A quick recovery should have been impossible, but Josephine was never one to back down from a challenge.
“You could join me if you wanted...” Jo trailed off as Lilith moved closer towards her until she was practically whispering in Josephine’s ear.
“I didn’t come here to wash your hair,” Lilith’s tone was now harsh with forceful anger. How dare she invite her to take a bath with her when she very well knew who she would have preferred be there.
“Ah yes, right, I forgot you weren’t into anyone my age. You prefer women around your own age.”
Lilith almost ripped Josephine’s throat out then and there, but instead she moved herself into the tub, fully clothed, straddling Josephine with her hips and hands pinning her down.
“You’re not as clever as you wish you were--but you sure do look amazing bruised,” Lilith had moved her mouth near Josephine’s jugular and bit down, her nails digging into Jo’s skin. Jo could already feel the blood pooling underneath her skin, and suddenly she could feel the sharpness of Lilith’s fingernails drawing blood. It wasn’t long before she had retracted her hands and instead pulled out a knife and drew it towards the now formed bruise on Jo’s neck.
“The next time you see me, will be the last.”
And with that Lilith was gone, vanished. The only thing she had left as evidence that she was there was a small slit on Josephine’s throat, ever forming bruises, and fingernail marks on her hips.
