#rotcon

Your hand in mine, a blade between our palms. We’ll raise it up  and bring it down over and over again until we’re both satisfied.

          Ugh.. what a   DISMAL   day. Silk-sheathed digits squeeze the tender trigger of the pistol ever so slightly,   just enough   to make the pathetic hellhound sniveling up at him from the end of the barrel   f l i n c h.   Pallid lip curls upward in a scowl, flashing golden namesake which only seems to further the other’s blind terror.    ❝   What’s a matta’,   tough guy ?   ❞   Posed query is punctuated by ash discarded from cigarette’s tip to the concrete below. He really hated guys like this.. but they sure were fun to   fuck with.

Claudia was observing Sebastian above her book, pretending to be uninterested. The beast was enjoying playing with mortals. She could see how easily he was approaching other servants to mess in their heads and control them just for fun. 

If they, she and the demon, were real partners in crime they would be unstoppable - masters of manipulation. World would be at their feet. 

But they weren't partners. If Claudia likes it or not, she is a prey in his eyes, so that fantasion won't be ever true.

What could she expect from an animal? He was one of them. Very intelligent, that's true, but still only a beast that starts and ends only on thinking about his stomach. Maybe he was even lower than animals. They also think about breeding. 

Claudia wasn't sure if there was any sexual life of supernatural creatures or they were made only of chaos.

What a pity. She almost hated the fact he wasn't something… more worthy. Especially when he has taken that pretty face of her butler.  Really has he chosen this appearance?

Damn beast!

Following close behind, Sieglinde clung to the demon’s hideous jumper almost as if the place had been a maze and she could lose him from her sight at any point. Soon, she regretted not having clung to his arm instead as the sight of what looked to be a female lounging on his couch struck her harder than a slap to the face. Even though Ms. Hyun wasn’t undressed, the young she-reaper, of all people, knew the devil not to be particularly opposed to more promiscuous activities while donned from head to toes in fabric still. The day he played the priest and she the nun all too fresh in her mind to be forgotten. 

It seemed as though Sieglinde had daggers in her eyes as the lady passed her by, excusing herself out. One could have sworn the lass to have muttered something along the “and stay away from him” lines in her mother tongue, but she knew more than well the woman was hardly one to blame when the World had known more loyal companions than Sebastian no matter the age.

     serial killer sentence prompts – accepting

    ❝ – AH!! Are you mocking me, Bassy?! ❞ Shrill offense utterly ruins the beautiful, sensual tension that she’d worked ever so hard to build – what a cruel man he was! Oh, but that was ever so impeccably definitive of his character, she could never truly be upset by something that made him the devilish fiend that he was ~ the dark, brutal heathen that she so adored! Besides.. his sharp barbs only feel like the sweetest of heat against her flesh. She presses the jagged blades of her Deathscythe ever closer against that pale, pretty neck of his, drawing the tiniest dribble of gorgeous scarlet ‘gainst snow white. Oh, how unfortunate.. he’ll be so fussy about his stained button up, always so finely coiffed and dedicated to the mask he wears.     ❝ How cruel ~ you wound me so with your dismissal. Are you doubting me skills.. ? Perhaps I should return those wounds, with extra ~ LOVE ~ ❤ ❞