❛ i don’t think that as someone who just admitted to having no taste in fashion you can be a judge of whether it looks bad or not. ❜ a deep breath, her frustrations were leaking through like water through a broken barrage. something like that shouldn’t have brought out so many negative emotions all at once, but weren’t demons supposed to look good all the time ? so people would want to be them instead of running tinto the other direction. ❛ for the record, i never exactly liked you before, but this makes me want to jab my eyes out. change, or i’ll change it for you and there’s no guarantee you’ll like what you see. ❜
“Or, you could jab your eyes out, and I could watch.” His tone dripped sarcasm, but all the same, he spun around with a chuckle. “Either way, I’d get my amusement for the night.” Or so he thought at least. Still, the idea of having to change was something he hated – even though he would do it… just to not hear about it again. “Among other things… I have found that no matter what I do i’ll always be lacking something.”
Not that it mattered though – a few moments later and he was back, but this time he was wearing his usual worn leather jacket with his black shirt as well as jeans. “So, is this better or do you really hate everything about me?”
“not everyone has great fashion taste.” then again, ky would have gone with out a shirt on all the time, but he couldn’t. not with-out too many looks his way – something he tried to avoid most days ( unless he was in a good mood ). “an’ for the record? i don’t think it looks that bad – not entirely. i do like the shoes though.”
his words only brought out a scoff; she didn’t expect anything else. most of the demons, or half ones she knew, while talked big, usually went for a much smaller prey. humans, typically, and thus, this wasn’t much of a surprise. if he wished to leave her presence, he wasn’t tied down and was free to do so, but if he insisted on continuing to poke her with a dumb needle, humans or not — the audience never stopped from making herself clear without using her tongue.
❛ honey —— – i am everyone’s type. ❜ the spoken words had arrogance within them, and an unmistakable hint of ire, too. ❛ if you want to run, just run. no need to hurt a girl’s feelings. daddy never taught you how to treat a lady ? ❜
humans were so much easier to work with. at least they folded after a few vague threats. they even were fun in their own way, but they never were enough to satisfy him. maybe that was why he always tried to go after much greater things – sometimes he came out of it alive, but others? not so much.
❛ dear ol’ dad never taught me anything an’ i highly doubt that you are. ❜ even if she was, ky wasn’t about to test it – not at the moment at least. ❛ either way? consider it advancing in another direction. ‘specially since you don’t want me around. ❜
oh, so he wants to stay. and she thought that daimon could be annoying. her demeanor changes, body shifts from it’s previous position into something seemingly more relaxed.
❛ you want to see tough luck, lo-ver ? ❜ a curve returns into her lips, mockery on her tongue. if he insists on being a pest, she has little to no problem putting her heel onto his head and pressing in until it’s over. granted, with such an action there might come awful consequences and she needs to stop to think whether she feels like dealing with any of it. ❛ why don’t we go somewhere a little less public and i’ll gladly show you what tough luck looks like. ❜
❛ actually, i was thinking of spending a bit more time ‘round here. these people might not be the best amusement, but they are far more… breakable. ❜ not to mention with enough of a show he could have his fill of amusement for the day, but why stop there?
❛ sadly enough, ❜ he continued on, ❛ you’re not exactly my type. ❜ it was his own way of saying he wasn’t going anywhere less public. that way, he wouldn’t get into something he couldn’t exactly get out of – at least not entirely. ❛ maybe next time. ❜
truth be told, he failed to see why he should have specifically cared about it. wizards or otherwise, ky thought he was right ( even more so in this ) so what if he embarrassed her? he didn’t see why it mattered at all really. “i fail to see the point.”
he looks so smug as his eyes get to her, but it brings out no EMBARRASSMENT, only annoyance. she would love to take him by the back of his neck like a dumb kitten and body slam mercilessly like a demon only could. ❛ look at you. can’t even say ‘daddy issues’ in the same breath. ❜ a brow up, head tilts. now she’s the one wearing a smile, although it’s a little pitiful. ❛ what’s your name again——kebab ? doesn’t matter. you may go on your merry way, or i can barbecue your head and serve with with a side of some french fries. ❜ in her hell it would be a most wanted delicacy and consequences be damned, she’s quite tempted to do just that.
she pauses, gaze turning towards their audience — she has lost her inspiration to play with her food, thus she grabs the bible turned to her in one of the human’s hands and gives a good beating with it ( ha ! she’s always been a fan of tasteful irony ) before throwing the book away. ❛ so ? what it’s going to be, daddy’s boy ? ❜
❛ oh, i just came for the show. ❜ among other things, but if she didn’t want him here? too damn bad – he wasn’t in the mood to deal with leaving. well, not for the moment at least, and he wanted to honestly have some amusement.
so, if that meant possibly steeping on her toes? so be it. ❛ please, do go on. ❜ it was his own way of saying he wasn’t leaving. at least anytime soon as he moved to grab a drink off of a table. ❛ i’d love to see you in action; unless, you have a problem with me being around. ❜ he took a drink. ❛ if so? tough luck. ❜
there’s shouting, cussing, a devil’s trap drawn messily on the ground ( she’s feeling second-hand embarrassment, sloppy work, even for amateurs ), it’s wet with HOLY water, pendants everywhere. they’re reciting scripts in latin, trying to exorcise the demon that they… caught. satana’s there, in the peak of her theatrical performance. the crowd is cheering—— uh, shouting, she’d like some applause too but they all seem to still believe that the smoke’s coming out of her mouth in black, thick waves is actually the UNHOLY CREATURE trying to escape the mortal body.
it’s all good and dandy until an UNINVITED GUEST wanders in ( sneaks ? walks in on purpose ? out of curiosity ? she knew she would ), and even if he might not have tried to ruin her fun on purpose, there’s no way she’s going to keep the bloodied up and tortured damsel in distress appearance for a second longer. in the midst of it all, in the sudden silence of people that ‘trapped’ her, she straightens her back and shakes off the fumes. ❛ thanks a lot, asshole. what are you a prince of again ? buzzkill ? ❜
he NEVER could stop himself from having some SLIGHT amusement. even as he walked in; arms behind his back in the BEST suit he owned. no, he wanted to WATCH. to see just what everyone was so INVOLVED with and maybe take a SEAT to watch the show.
POSSESSIONS were always such FUN. he never would lower himself into giving such a show. it was BENEATH him to even think of such a thing. more importantly, there were MORE ways for his amusement than putting on a SHOW that was just downrightEMBARRASSING.
❛ oh, no, ❜ he said, slight grin spreading across his lips. ❛ do continue on. ❜ after-all, that was why he was HERE. just for the SHOW that was being put on by her – nothing else. ❛ an’ for the record? i haven’t really FIGURED that out yet – not really on good terms with dear o’l DADDY either. you know… ISSUES.❜
“I hear you and yet…. I fail to really care.” In truth, he failed to see why he should even take the time out of his day to care, but that was another point entirely, “Why don’t you just… kill them? That always works.”
a sharp smile flashed between her lips, wicked and predatory. satana l o v e d fun. and chasing. fun. the succubus could barely stand still with such an opportunity opening up before her eyes. but he was right, she would get bored, eventually. too fickle, too whimsical. “ seee! ”a gasp, and she smacked the side of his arm like an old friend. “i know it doesn’t turn out well for anyone — i’ve HEARD the stories. i might just not get bored of you in the first couple of goes. it all works out!”
for someone who was talking about hounding another person to the ends of the world, with the possibility of that person trying to break her hands later ( or worse ), she was excited like a puppy who was given peanut butter for the first time.
there was a reason he attempted to stay as far away from his own ‘kind’ ( if such a word was even possible ). they were usually amused by everything or… even following someone for years on end. truth be told, the entire situation was boring, and in his mind, flat. he had no real opinion if she did or didn’t do it, but rather, it would be annoying, and after a while… would become stale.
then again, that was just his own personal view on things. even as she smacked the side of his arm, he didn’t really seem to be bothered by it or her words. not really at least, “you might not get bored, but i will.” or, he would at least get aggravated. either way, it wouldn’t turn out well for anyone…. at least in a few mile radius of where it would happen at least.
a row of small nods was given as he spoke, and it almost seemed like she was interested in his explanation. well, she WAS, but not in the way one would hope, perhaps. satana leaned in as if to tell a secret and with voice only a whisper, “ i just realized.. i could EXORCISE you out of every body that you take. f o r e v e r. i needed a new hobby anyway, and here you are. ”
if it was anyone else, he might have thought the idea was more amusing than not, but she wasn’t just someone else. in his ( short ) experience with her, he knew that if she said she was going to do something, than it would happen, and that was what made it more than just slightly concerning. “ you also know that it would get boring after a while. “
instead of saying more on the subject, he decided to keep things short, and to the point. she might not like this thoughts on the subject, but that wouldn’t stop him from voicing them ( even if they were limited ), “ just a slight reminder, but annoying me never turns out well for anyone. i mean that.”
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