A Bit Of Hell [Hahvoc x Halaster]

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

Another day in a pathetic washed out town. Another day sitting, planning, plotting, and feeling absolutely nothing but boredom and a twitch to do something productive. Just another day in a crappy hotel room with nothing but thoughts to keep occupied because the TV is busted and the radio sucks. Yet that wasn't exactly the problem. There were other options that could allow for giving the brain something else to do and make the body at rest do some sort of motion. And no, sex wasn't it. Or at least not yet. Something had to do done though, or this town would end up in flames. Not that that was necessarily a bad thing.

Seth Vritra lay on his hotel bed in nothing but his skin, eyes staring at the chipped and rusty-looking ceiling with something akin to contempt. He needed to do something- anything- to get his mind back into full swing and to feel something other than neutrality that borderline threatened his sanity, not that he had much left any how. He was a nomad, moving from town to town, changing his style every so often. It wasn't fun to just keep doing the same old routine. You had to change it up sometimes.

Which is why the cops hadn't caught him yet and probably never would. He never killed the same way twice. It was never the same MO. The victims had no link, no connections, no similarities in anyway. The only connection was that once the sun began to set or rise, he made his move. He used different weapons - sometimes whatever was handy- and took his time. Depending on his mood, his victim had either a relatively painless death, or a torture session that lasted for hours. It didn't matter whether it was a man or a woman, young or old. He didn't go after children though, or the elderly. They were either too pure for him to think of touching, or they were on their way out anyways and didn't need a hand from him. Hookers were one of his favorite playthings though, even if it did seem Jack The Ripper-ish. There was just something about someone sucking your cock without realizing they were about to get mutilated.

The thrill was like nothing else and right now, Seth was thinking he needed to scratch his itch. He'd been a killer for about a year now and tended to space his killings out to keep himself from getting too wrapped up in it. That's what got you caught: getting too wrapped up in the high of death to watch yourself. It had been a few weeks and he'd passed through a few towns without wrecking any lives, but now...now seemed like a good time as any to get back on that train.

Finally pulling himself up from the bed, Seth grabbed a pair of jeans and shucked them on, buttoning, zipping, and belting them in place. Rummaging through his suitcase, he found a long-sleeve shirt and soon put that on followed by socks and shoes. He tended to wear black. It was just how he was. Moving into the shoddy bathroom, Seth checked his hair and face. He had vibrant purple eyes and black hair, lightly tanned skin, and a small spattering of freckles. The tan would fade within the coming months, but at least he hadn't burned. Serial killers looked pretty silly with peeling skin and bright red splotches. Slipping on his glasses, he checked himself over once more just to make sure he had enough hiding places for weapons when the need arose. He did carry a knife- custom made- but he didn't always. Today seemed like a knife day though so he found the six-inch blade and strapped it to his leg. (Underneath his jeans, of course.) Sometimes he hated being such a tall fuck, but it helped with bad lighting. He worked out as well since he tended to go after challenging prey when the need arose. Couldn't have him getting his ass kicked because he'd miscalculated.

Grabbing a small shoulder bag, Seth went on his way out the door. He had a car but he left the clunker in the driveway to his motel and walked into town. It would take him longer to do so, but it beat having to potentially ditch the vehicle. Besides, it still a beautiful day despite what darkness was on the horizon for an unlucky person.

 

[Halaster]

Work, work, work and more work. That's all there ever was to do around here, simply put, it was boring as hell. Quite literally in this case. Varlak had just returned from his last errand that he was already being sent on another one.

The last one had been simple, the guy had screamed and pissed himself when he had seen him. So Varlak simply got bored of him and cut his chest open, leaving him to die of blood loss... And loss of internal organs. He hated the ones who couldn't stand the sight of him, they were boring, too settled in the whole concept of 'reality' that mortals tend to cling to.

As far as reality was concerned, he was an anomaly, a humanoid figure to be sure, but that's where the 'human' part ended. His skin was a dark shade of red, his fingers were razor sharp claws, his eyes were slitted and a spale shade of yellow. But most apparent of all were his large demonic wings, like the ones of a very large bat, only red. Because, of course, Varlak was a demon. He wore nothing but a simple leather jacket which he never zipped up, letting whoever looked at him catch a glimpse of his lightly muscular chest. And a pair of black jeans, which he simply found comfy. Shoes though were out of the question, just like his fingers, his toes were pointed and sharp and easily ripped through any of these, a fact which he had found out about the hard way. Other demons chose to either go naked or wear frightening attires to put fear into their victims... He wasn't one of them, and had taken a keen liking to the simple fashion style of mortals.

Of course, being a demon, Varlak resided in hell. The very 'hell' that the mortals so feared, torments and constant burning heat included. Hell was a very real place, and for lack of a better term, Varlak was one of it's many collectors. His job was to hunt down those who had sinned for too long without repercussions, either individuals who were truly clever about their wrongdoings... Or very lucky.

He had just stepped out of his superior's office and was now in a very claustrophobic hallway made out of black stone. He had his new target, from now on, he would be linked to it until his job was over. It was some mortal male named 'Seth', a human who had gone on a serial killing spree for quite a long time without ever getting caught. His job was simple: Kill the human so that his soul can be sent to hell where it will face a well deserved eternity of torture and agony. He extended his hand and muttered a few words in his native demonic tongue, and instantly a fiery portal opened up which would take him to a location where he could easily track down his prey. He stepped through...

And found himself on the streets, in plain sight during daytime. Of course, this didn't really matter, as no one but his target would be able to see him, much more convenient that way really as he kind of stood out. For now, the location of his target was unknown to him, but he was near, he could sense his presence. The presence of a man who's hands were soaked with the blood of many lives, a very strong scent. He would find him, and observe him for a time before revealing himself, he simply loved to watch mortals going about their daily lives, they were such fascinating creatures. He hoped that this one wouldn't scream, he liked to take his time with his work, and it was so hard to find interest in a mortal who was unwilling to accept his existence altogether.

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

It was still bright outside, the sun slowly making it's way out of the sky. Seth couldn't wait for that sun to finally go down, but he would be patient. He had to be. Killing in broad daylight was like telling the cops you were about to commit a crime, especially in these dingy little towns that were about ten miles or so out from the big cities. That's where Seth was headed next: to one of the big cities where he could blend in, disappear, and keep right on killing without raising suspicion. He wondered if he should stalk up on other little weapons that could be easily destroyed and disposed of. He only paid in cash and kept up wearing a disguise when he needed to buy things, but still. Where was the fun in not being chased? He knew there had to be some smart cop who thought that there was a killer on the loose rather than random murders happening. Yet he had the feeling those cases would go cold and no one would know who really did it. It almost made him melancholy. Almost.

What could he go do now? He had so much time to kill until he could...well...kill. Humming a little tune, Seth kept walking, searching for something to get his mind off his task tonight. A young woman bumped into him and apologized before blushing and running off. She was about five-three, nice weight, look, pretty little face and innocent eyes. She had to be fresh out of high school or still in it. Seth thought about tracking her the rest of the day, but killing a virgin wasn't as appealing to him. He liked killing the ones who had done bad things. Maybe he just liked the smell of taint in their blood as he killed them. Maybe it was just because he was fucked in the head. Maybe it was just all of it, but otherwise, the innocent just didn't hold any appeal to him. Maybe it was because there was enough sickness in the world. He wasn't a saint or savior ridding the world of evil. He just liked to kill people who would put up a fight and spill all their secrets, hate, and sins. It was an aphrodisiac. It gave him a thrill like nothing else. Maybe though...maybe he'd take a virgin one of these days.

It was then that a classy red-head caught his eye, all dolled up in a business suit but with the look of a cougar out on the prowl. That was his target. He felt it all the way to his bones and groin. Oh yes, now she would put up a hell of a fight. But how to do it? Kill her slowly? Throw in some rape and cutting? Yeah...that sounded perfect. Some red skin for a red-head. Maybe he'd seduce her first and then do her in. There were just too many possibilities and he was jonesing to fulfill several of them. Catching the woman's eye, Seth walked over and introduced himself as "Kyle" who was "just passing through and hoping for some company." Turning on the polite charm, he spoke to her about going for dinner at some place she knew but didn't know well, very casual and all that. It took a little coaxing but eventually she agreed and Seth bid her farewell after getting the place and meet up time. Watching her walk away, he couldn't help but think he was going to have one hell of a night.

 

[Halaster]

Being pulled towards the presence, it only took a few minutes for Varlak to find his target. He'd need to remain hidden from him though, for now. The most obvious way would of course be to get on the roof of a nearby building. With one quick motion, he jumped up and flapped his wings, quickly reaching the top of a nearby house. He crouched down, from here he'd be able to watch and not be seen.

He observed the mortal, and could only imagine what was going through his mind right now. He looked fairly normal, which had probably only helped him in his deeds, he had seen killers that really stood out before, the kind who were twitchy and nervous... Those always got caught eventually. But not him, he seemed like one of the smart ones, which would explain how he had managed to get this far. A young woman bumped into him, and though the man seemed to take a bit of interest into her for a passing moment, nothing happened. Then another came, this time looking much more mature, and he initiated conversation with her, even inviting her to date. ''So, that's how you operate?'' The demon laughed dryly. He would get her to trust him, probably go to her home, or his, and then kill her. Of course, this was of no concern to Varlak, his purpose was not to save mortals, in fact, the killings amused him if nothing else.

He himself was a killer afterall, the difference being that killing was his line of work, something that simply needed to be done. At first, when he had started this line of work a long time ago, he had killed the victims methodically, making it quick and painless. But after observing the mortals for some time, he found that some took pleasure in killing others... So why couldn't he too? If he had to work, he might as well enjoy himself while doing so.

The woman having gone, Varlak had to come to a decision. Either introduce himself now, or wait and see what happened. He didn't have to finish the job now, as long as it was done within a few days, his employer was always satisfied with his work. But revealing himself now would most likely change the killer's course... Or would it? Would he still go for the kill knowing that he was damned and fated to die soon? This question made Varlak grin evily, he wanted to know the answer. Time to introduce himself.

He stood up and leaped once again, flapping his wings a few times until he had passed the man and then dropped down, right in the middle of his path in front of him gracefully. He waved at the man, a wicked grin on his face. ''Nice day isn't it?'' He said casually, acting like it was perfectly normal for him to be standing there.

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

Seth had been strolling along casually until this...creature stumbled into his path. Well, he couldn't really say stumble when it had dropped in rather elegantly. With wings. The being was definitely male, though sleek like some of those athletic runners he saw on the television every so often. Red skin, claws, wings, eyes that seemed to delve into his soul - whatever was left of it anyways- and made his mind attempt to reject him as some sort of hallucinogenic anomaly. Things like this didn't exist outside of scriptures and storybooks, yet here this thing was. And he spoke English. He didn't know what unnerved him more, the wave or the English, but he was able to control his reaction rather well. He could feel the adrenaline rush through his body as it yelled at him to run because despite being a top predator amongst the human realm, something inside him screamed that he was the prey for once. The feeling made his skin crawl. And made him angry. But being the controlled and calculating person that he was, Seth simply adjusted his glasses and stared at the creature through the lenses.

"...I suppose it is. Though for some odd reason, I have the feeling not many would share your sentiment if they saw you walking around. Or am I the only one graced with the capability?" The words slipped free with mild curiosity. He looked the creature up and down and found that his mind was latching onto the red of the creature's skin. It looked like blood, and it was a very lovely shade. Seth actually felt the urge to touch it, wondering if the skin was like alligator hide or more like suede. He tramped down the urge. He couldn't help that he enjoyed the sight of blood. Even the color drove him crazy with wanton desire. Yet he had to stay in control even with his mind and heart racing. When was the sun going to set?!

 

[Halaster]

''Don't worry, only the one I am fated to kill has the ability to see me.'' The demon bowed respectfully. ''Glad that you didn't scream or try to run though, I do hate having to kill a target so quickly.'' He raised once again, then walked over to the man, extending his hand and letting his claws graze across his cheek. ''Simply put, my little human, you are damned. Your sins have come to such a point that the higher ups in hell have taken a keen interest in your case. And since it seems that you just won't die, I have been sent for that express purpose.''

He let one of his fingers slide across the cheek, making a small cut, a trickle of blood running from it. He took his hand back and licked his finger clean, revealing a pointed tongue. ''Don't worry though, I won't kill you just yet... Unless you force me to that is. I do quite like taking my time with my work... A feeling that I'm sure you understand, don't you?'' The demon sneered, walking around the man, sizing him up. ''So, that woman, going on a little date are we? Nice restaurant, get her to invite you home, then...'' He chuckled. ''Gut her like a pig? Maybe even rape her? Is that your kind of thing? Do you like to hear people scream? Of course you do, otherwise I wouldn't be here.''

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

As much as Seth wanted to scowl at the beast, he didn't bother to flinch when those sharp claws grazed his cheek. However, his eyes did scan the road and sidewalks. Luckily for them, no one seemed to be in a hurry to be outside for a walk. Listening to the demon, which is the only thing it could be, he couldn't help but take some sick satisfaction in that he was a problem. Just wouldn't die? Well, it wasn't for lack of trying to be sure. His fists clenched at the feeling of skin being pulled open and the blood began to run down his cheek. It wasn't much, just a little trickle, but it was enough to irritate him and arouse him at the same time. He wasn't just a psychotic murdering sadist after all. Though it did unnerve him the slightest bit to see that pointed tongue lick his blood away like a treat. Perhaps it was.

"And what would it take for you to kill me? I doubt you'd stop me from killing her unless it drew too much attention to myself and killing me suddenly would become an issue." He shrugged casually, tucking his hands into his pockets and forcing himself to relax just a fraction. He was tense, but he had to appear at least semi-relaxed even when faced with death and torment. It wasn't like he deserved it, but at least he could have some fun with it, correct?

"I think you'd like to watch me rape her, to be honest. You seem the type to enjoy a good murder mixed with some mental anguish. I had been thinking of just choking her after I used her like a whore, and adding some more flare to it, since I'd rather not choke her to death. As much as it was fun the first time I tried it, I like to at least have some blood thrown in. It's not much fun without a little...gore."

"And gut her like a pig? Please, this is an art. You don't gut people like pigs, you have to have more finesse than that." Seth smirked, just the lightest upturning of the corners of his lips as his eyes focused on the demon. He was glad there weren't any people around but he soon saw a few people begin to wander around outside. He didn't need to draw attention to himself so he began to walk as if the demon wasn't there.

"I understand that I'm a problem, I'm just curious as to why they didn't just smite me. You do that in hell, right? Or is that just big man's job?" Keeping his voice low, Seth wasn't sure if he was just losing more of whatever was left of his mind, or if he really was about to face damnation. He'd known since he was a toddler that something wasn't right with his manner of thought but his parents didn't want to think their "blessing" was in any way evil. Seth didn't see himself as evil, but he wasn't a saint either. But others...yes, others believed him to be evil. This demon was proof of that.

 

[Halaster]

''Oh no, not really. In fact, have all the fun you'd like. I'm not an angel, I'm not here to stop you from doing whatever is 'bad' or 'evil'. I'm a demon, I'm simply here because you've earned a place in our cozy little home. I'm sure you'll enjoy it quite very much there. Hell, your work is of great interest to me, I'm not gonna stop you from doing it... Well, at least not yet.''

He raised an eyebrow at the comment about enjoying the man's work. ''Perhaps.'' He answered, pausing and giving the question some thought before he shrugged, continuing. ''I could see some kind of interest in observing how you work. Especially since it'll be the last time you have a chance to do so. I am on a timeframe here afterall. You might get a day or two more, but don't expect to live for much longer than that.''

''Perhaps you're right... I only gut those who irritate me. Quite annoying those are, too focused on the concept of their precious reality, unwilling to accept who I am and why I am here. I'm glad that you're not trying to convince yourself that I don't exist, I find that extremely unnerving. How would you feel if people suddenly started questioning if you were real?'' He noticed the man looking around. Was he worried that someone might see him talking to nothing? The idea seemed amusing, since a lot of the killers he had met talked to nothing before he had even met them. But this one didn't seem to settled in to the whole 'insanity' thing... Maybe a little, but nothing more.

He walked alongside the man, he didn't plan on letting him out of his sight now that he found him. He was entertaining him, and as such, he'd follow him for some time. ''Smite? Oh please. It doesn't work like that. Think of hell as a rather large office building, except instead of dealing in boring paperwork and products, we deal in souls and torment. Grab a soul, bring it to hell, where our lovely attendants will ensure that you get your well deserved punishment. Just the way things work, it's the reason and the drive behind why the place exists in the first place... Though I suppose it does sound rather silly sometimes doesn't it? But we do enjoy our work.''

''My position is that of a collector, once a man has collected enough sins I hunt him down. It's simple as that. Though it is a lot more enjoyable than what I make it seem.'' He put his arm around the other man's shoulders, almost like an old friend. ''And I'm sure you'll provide me with plenty of entertainment in the next hours, right?''

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

"It does seem quite a bit like fiction...but karma eventually punishes those who deserve it. Or fate, I suppose. It's not as if I didn't earn it." Seth said with a shrug. He was like any other person, except he'd always love the idea of killing things and people. At twenty-five, he'd killed about thirty people, give or take five. The first time he had killed someone had actually been an accident, but he hadn't thought to call for help or the police. No, instead he'd just watched the light fade from the other boy's eyes as the blood flowed out of his shattered skull. It had been beautiful to watch. He'd been fourteen. Even before that he'd been obsessed with death, blood, and torture, especially with a comedic twist. He'd looked up serial killers, fiction about murder, real-life accounts, confessions from murderers before they were killed in prison by their inmates. Right now, he was thinking about Jeffrey Dahmer and his final words to a psychologist: "I wanted to keep something beautiful with me forever."

"So I have maybe two days at the maximum? That seems like extremely short notice. I was hoping for a week, but I guess two days will have to do if that's all I'm allowed." Seth found himself frowning at that. Only two days? What was he going to do with himself in those two days? Did he even want to kill that woman now? It wasn't a moment of panic or even a change of heart. It was more of a need to change his pace. Should he kill more people? Go out in a blaze of death and blood? Or should he just kill this one last time and then enjoy his last day on Earth? He was going to be tortured, there was no doubt about it. He had done the same to his victims. Was it going to be an eternity of suffering? Could he persuade someone down there to make him a demon so he could continue his killings? Albeit at someone's beck and call? What options did he have? He wanted to keep being productive, but it seemed he wasn't allowed to do what his heart and mind desired. Pity.

"So how many of these sins do you need to rack up before someone puts you on their radar? I figure I've already made it to the priority list, so I'm just trying to sort it out. If I'm going to be tormented for an undetermined length of time, I'd like to know when I hit that little bump in the road, so to speak." He felt the demon's arm slide onto his shoulder and found himself wanting to both stiffen and relax so he did neither. He simply kept walking as if he wasn't talking in hushed tones to a demon who was going to rip his soul out of his body. It would probably be painful, but pain wasn't always a bad thing.

 

[Halaster]

''You speak as if sins was something that you could measure with a measuring cup or a ruler. Doesn't that sound kind of ridiculous? As for when you gathered enough attention to go to hell... Probably the first time you killed a person willingly for your own pleasure. If you want to know when you attracted enough attention to yourself that the big man down there decided he wanted you sent to hell asap? Just now, pretty much. Once someone gathers enough attention, a work order is given out, and then executed by the first collector available.''

''You should be proud that your lifework has gathered enough attention that someone had to be sent after you. I'm sure many cops and detectives tried to find you, but they all failed, which is why we're here now. You stepped over the line, turned around, flipped it the bird, and then found several more lines to cross. It just so happens that the last one you crossed marked you as someone we just couldn't wait to welcome in our home. You impressed someone down there, earned some respect, and you should go out knowing that.''

He realised that his words were unnecessary and served only to flatter the man's ego. But he was telling the truth, demons hated minor criminals who barely earned their place in hell. Nothing but petty sinners who were tossed in just because of unwritten mystical bullshit laws that had to be respected. When a truly good sinner came in, he was welcomed with open arms. Torturing a man like Seth was actually considered a priviledge in hell, something that only the best workers earned as a reward of sorts.

He had seen many of these men eventually move out of their eternal punishment and turn into his kind, become demons. The thing is, once you did that, memories of your past life were erased. You retained your personality, but were basically made a blank slate. This made Varlak wonder sometimes, since he enjoyed his work, was he chosen specifically for this job because he had enjoyed killing in his past life? He couldn't even remember his 'past life' or if there had ever been one to begin with, and trying to think back on it always gave him a headache which he'd rather not deal with.

Of course, he wouldn't tell the man any of that. He'd find his own way, or give up and become nothing but a husk of his former self given time, sentenced to nothing but eternal suffering.

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

"It was simply a question. No need to get your panties in a twist, little demon." Seth said with a soft shrug and a little snicker. He was teasing him, which wasn't far past him. So the first time he had killed someone on purpose? How long ago was that? Ten years? Eight? He could remember the first person he killed, the place, the weapon, but he couldn't remember his age. He had to have been young and a bit stupid, but he'd covered it up well. It had helped that the location he'd chosen had had a river running through it. Still, he'd probably left some evidence but had never been found. He didn't kill people who knew him longer than three days. He always killed the person the day he met them so as not to form suspicion. Maybe he'd just been too smart, and that's why someone had been sent. He knew how to cover his tracks and had been planning on disappearing for awhile and starting over on his twenty-six birthday and reducing his kill count to once a year. Apparently, he'd waited a bit too long to try to put that plan into action. Ah, well.

"I'm flattered, but it doesn't really mean much in the end, now does it? I may have the underworld's respect, but it won't keep me safe from the torment I'll suffer. As I said, I did earn it so it's not like I'm going to beg for my immortal soul or some pompous thing. I don't think that would make any of this fun. Besides, I don't beg for anything, except for more porn. Sometimes, it's just lacking so many things that would make it incredible." Seth pondered this, knowing that porn was really the last thing on his mind. He was making plans to see to his last days. Maybe he'd be a normal human being until the end. Maybe he'd just be the psychotic mess that he was and stay true to his nature. He wasn't sure. He supposed the only thing he would actually miss would be the sun rising and falling.

"By the way, I think I should know my escort's name. It seems proper since you won't be buying me dinner first."

 

[Halaster]

''Porn?'' The demon chuckled, legitimately amused. This mortal was quirky to be sure, he had always found porn to be an amusing concept. Porn existed only because of the limitations mortals put on themselves when it came to sexuality. If Varlak wanted something, he took it and the other person gave it willingly... At least that's how it went down in hell. But most of the time demons were too busy to worry about sex anyways. ''You're facing eternal damnation and you're thinking about porn? You must be crazier than I thought. And here I had judged you as one of the more sane ones, how disappointing.''

''As for eternal damnation, if you're clever enough... You might be able to figure something out. Let's just say that not EVERYONE is a born a demon. But you'll need patience if you wish to travel that part, you'll still get your punishment, for a very long time. That's all I'll say on the matter, so don't inquire any further. Mortals are not privvy to that kind of information, in fact, I only told you this because I like you... In a way that a killer likes his victim. A feeling that I'm sure you can relate to.''

''My name? I'm Varlak... If I ever had a last name, it is now lost to me. Your name is Seth, so no need to introduce yourself.''

The demon paused, stopping his walk and grabbing Seth's arm, stopping him in his track. ''Will you still be going to that date tonight? If so, I'd like to accompany you. I'll act as an observer, nothing more. Of course, the woman won't even know I'm here... Oh and if the thought ever occured to you to try and run, or even to try and kill me, don't bother. While I do bleed and feel pain, I regenerate wounds rather quickly and simply cannot die. And I can feel your presence, so even if you tried to run, I would be able to track you down rather quickly.''

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

"Why would I think about running?" Seth gave him a large grin, borderline laughing. He wasn't stupid. He knew he couldn't outrun something that could fly and eventually, he would be caught. As much as that seemed like it would be a hell of a run, he wasn't about to think that because he could give the demon the slip, he'd actually get away with it. No, he was too smart to believe he'd be saved somehow, no matter who smart, clever, and cunning he was. However, he didn't stop staring at Varlak. It was a very odd name and didn't easily roll off his tongue, but it jumbled around in his head for a little while as he mentally tested it out.

"Varlak, I'm not sure I'm going to attend that date with redheaded Madison. But I have many hours to think upon it as it is not until 7:30pm and it is only a little after noon. And why not think about porn? It can be interesting. Snuff films are more like B movies though. Still have their merits." Seth shrugged and thought over what the demon said, weighing the options in his mind. He could probably find a way to get back into killing, but he'd have to wait a good long time. Good thing he could be patient when it was required. He knew that he wouldn't have any fun with the torture, but he'd have fun pissing some of his tormentors off if he was allowed to at least indulge that luxury. Who knew?

"And if you didn't think I was crazy, you might be the one losing his mind." He smirked, clearly teasing again. If the demon had red skin, what color did he blush?

 

[Halaster]

He let go of the man's arm and nodded. ''Of course. As for the porn... We demons simply find it laughable. Porn exists only because you human set limits on sexuality. If I want sex, I take it, and whoever receives it enjoys it. It's that simple, but you humans like to overcomplicate things.'' He had noticed the man's feeble teasing, and this time decided to return it in kind. ''Simply put, if I wanted you, I would take you. But being that you're a human, for some ridiculous reason, you might not enjoy it.''

''Insanity is also a very human concept, because it begins based on the concept that all thoughts have to adhere to a certain 'line' of things. That people have to be 'sane'. I couldn't be losing my mind, because simply put, my mind is what I make of it. People think that they have the right to judge a man insane because his actions and thoughts don't adhere to their terms. For example, your love of killing might be considered insane. But do you truly think that's insane? If there is a trait that both demon and humans share, it's the pleasure we derived from causing pain to other, it's a natural thing. But you humans try to supress it, as to where we embrace it.''

''You're not insane. You've just been taught that the way you feel is insanity. There is no such thing as insanity, it's only a concept, an idea.''

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

"Well I think that depends. If you don't like things shoved up your ass, I think you'd bitch about it, too." Seth smirked at the demon, continuing on the walk. He wasn't even sure where he was going now, but he was having a rather pleasant albeit strange conversation. He knew there was a park nearby that was at least in decent shape and so he decided to trek that way. It had a small man-made pond but at least it was relaxing compared to the rest of the town. The weather was rather pleasant and well, he didn't much complain about the weather affecting his kills, but it did help make the whole process run more smoothly when he didn't have to worry about slipping on ice or falling into a snowbank because the victim struggled a little bit more violently than he had thought they would. Oh well, you learned to adapt.

"In a social group, there is a strict set of normalcy because that is the majority vote and mindset. When one of the group begins to act out of that norm to such a degree as to bring about radical repercussions, it is considered insanity because their brain patterns, morals, thoughts, and personal agenda are a one-eighty in comparison. There's only so much wiggle room that the human mind allows before it begins to believe it is being threatened mentally and physically. Say one of your type suddenly didn't want to kill, steal, and torture humans any longer and wanted to be peaceful with them and even try to become friends with them to the point that they chose to protect them against other demons. Wouldn't you find that a little insane?"

Seth adjusted his glasses, focusing on the demon's face. He had a humanoid look to him but that red skin was what drew him. It was just a beautiful shade and Seth wasn't that picky, he supposed. Maybe his mind was allowing for some wiggle room because the demon seemed at least male and just human enough. Besides, how twisted and erotic would it be to end up fucking the very thing that was going to kill you? The thought of it almost made him blush. Almost.

 

[Halaster]

''I was under the impression that you wouldn't be the type who discrimated based on gender.'' The demon shrugged, walking together with the man. They reached a small park, a lovely scene to be sure. Though the pond of water was like a blemish upon it, water wasn't fatal or painful to his kind, but it was simply way too cold. His skin was always warm to the touch, almost burning, so being submerged in water to him was chilling to the very core.

He listened to the man's word and nodded. ''You speak of this scenario as if it were nothing more than a hypothesis. It has happened before, it's not really insanity persay, demons develop feeling towards mortal sometimes. Hell, I can say that I've felt pity for some of my victims, perhaps even a passive liking. But I'd never go that far, I enjoy my work, and that's good enough for me... Some of us though, they start to dislike their work, resent it, and that's when things like that happen. Sadly, we have to hunt those demons down and either take them back by force, or end their existence. Have you ever heard of a madman trying to convince others that he had seen demons? Those people usually end up in one of your lovely mental wards, of course... But the truth is, they might have been in contact with just such an individual. Before they were disposed of.''

The demon noticed Seth staring at him out of the corner of his eye and couldn't help but grin. ''Do you find my appearance fascinating, Seth? I like that, instead of trying to convince yourself that I don't exist, you embrace it, even finding interest in it. I suppose that in a sense, we're sort of similar to humans. Different features, skin color and warmth, searing blood... But our bodies work in much the same way.'' He put emphasis on that last statement, saying it in a teasing tone.

He extended his hand and turned his palm face up, then brought his other hand to it and with his sharp claws, made a cut in his palm. Blood poured out of the wound onto his palm, it was a dark shade of red, almost black. He brought his palm close to Seth's face, letting him observe as the wound closed up on it's own slowly, leaving no trace of the injury but the blood in his palm. ''Then there's also the fact that our wounds heal much more quickly than yours. Quite convenient that, especially if your job involves taking the soul of people who are likely to try and murder you, thinking they can get away with it.''

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

"I do like the way your skin looks. It reminds me of the most beautiful shade of red, like blood, only more rich and fuller in a way that blood cannot mimic." Seth adjusted his spectacles, almost like he was hiding a faint blush, but in fact it was more to hide his grin. Here he was, teasing a demon in park on a beautiful day knowing that the demon would rip out his soul and send him to hell. It was odd but so very wicked and exciting. He listened to Varlak's words with keen interest, noting the slight nuances to his tone and way he pronounced things. Sitting on top of a picnic table, Seth looked out across the water, seeing the sun reflect upon it. It was simply pleasant. He liked simple things and yes, a demon being around did complicate things, but the end of it all was simple: he would die and then be taken to hell. Eventually, he would be allowed to have his fun again but he wouldn't remember it. However, he figured that souls were like cravings: even if you forgot, your body didn't.

"That...is very interesting." Seth said, a little bit of awe in his voice as he watched the wound close. It made a shiver run down his spine not out of fear, but out of arousal. It made him twitch to grab his knife just to see the wound heal up again- over and over - but he tramped down the feeling with a small breath and mental shove. A victim who would repeatedly heal over and over....if only he had been able to find one like that to torment for the rest of his life. It could have been a beautiful thing. It would have fulfilled every fantasy he'd ever conjured.

"And I don't discriminate based on gender, it was more of a generalization than a statement on my part. I like how parts can fit together, regardless of the placement." Seth grinned before looking up at the clouds passing overhead. As a child, he would picture innocent things until the rest of him decided that bloody bunny clouds and slaughtered ponies were much more attractive and fascinating.

 

[Halaster]

''You realise that you're coming off as very flirty right? Not that I mind. But you're flirting with what is inevitably gonna end up killing you. Then again, I guess it is to be expected out of someone like you. Not many mortals have that kind of attitude towards death... You seem willing to accept it, to some extent. Not that you have much say on the matter.'' The demon went quiet for a time, observing the clouds. He had always seen nothing but clouds in them, but once, a mortal had told him a tale of how he watched the clouds and saw... Other things in them. A ridiculous notion to be certain, but was that what Seth was doing right now? He could only imagine what kind of things a man like him saw up there.

''So, what are your thoughts towards this? I mean, what's happening right now. You're sitting a park, looking up at the clouds, talking with a demon who's going to kill you, and flirting with him very openly. Is this really how you want to spend your time right now? Knowing that you have very little of it left.'' He knew that sometimes when given times, humans went back to their families, or tried to fix their issues so they could leave without regrets... But he was the kind of man who killed for his own amusement, so it was impossible to tell if he would have had any regrets to begin with.

He turned his palm back around, letting the drops of blood in his hand fall on the grass. ''Such a waste. I don't much care for drinking my own blood though. I'd much rather taste someone else's. Yours wasn't bad, though I only had a faint sample of it. Blood is a beautiful thing isn't it? It's what keeps us alive, it's our very life source, and when you taste another person's blood, it's as if you were taking a part of them inside of you. Quite poetic when you think about it.''

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

"I suppose I am, but it's not something that bothers me. Everyone dies but you've confirmed for me that we don't end up in blackness and just another body to add to the death count. And I've always been a flirty individual, how do you think I ended up with so many dead bodies under my belt? Planning? As sick and twisted it is to be complimenting you, doesn't it truly suit the whole situation we happen to be in? You're going to kill me regardless of how I act. I'm going to die regardless of how I act. Why not just have fun with it and do whatever I please? If I did come after you for sex, would you be opposed?" He kept a straight face for a moment before his lips curved into a grin and he laughed. He actually laughed and had to control it. Taking a few deep breaths, he turned his attention back to the sky. He used to see things in the clouds, and now, now he just saw clouds with vague shapes. He wouldn't ask that his soul be saved. He wouldn't ask for more time. If hell awaited him like Varlak said, then hell was where he was going.

"You speak as if I have regrets in my life or a family to go home to. As much as I genuinely loved my family, I left them years ago. I have few friends that would miss me. My mother might mourn her lost son, but that's really about it. Isn't it strange that I have a twin? He's got green eyes though. He's married to a wonderful little woman and they have two daughters who are also twins. They've never met me, but I saw them when they were born before I left my family. My brother always knew something wasn't right with me and tried so hard to fix it. I hope he doesn't regret it when he finds out I'm dead. I know I don't. The lot I was given was the lot I was given and I live my life to the fullest. I do not deny my impulses or instincts to indulge in the sins of pleasure, pain, and death. If you had come at me when I was younger, maybe I would have been more frightened and in denial, but once you've killed and seen the light go out of people's eyes enough that they are more like sweet dreams than nightmares, you come to understand that someone will take your life one day."

Seth gave the demon a small smile, mischief in his eyes before the crazy little grin came back to his face. Perhaps he'd let his facade fade a little bit as the day wore on. Maybe he'd pretend to be that chic, casual, approachable man he'd been for the past ten years. He thought about checking his watch since he liked to be punctual, but he shrugged. He knew he still had some time left to do whatever he wanted to do. He didn't care to drink or do drugs. He might indulge himself with a woman, but what would be more fun? What would make his heart race and his mind slip into that wonderful euphoria that he was addicted to? He thought about it as he sat there.

 

[Halaster]

Varlak was unphased by Seth's laugh, maybe the man was amused, but he didn't fully understand why, or care for it. ''Have you already forgotten that I don't have the same kind of inhibitions that you do? If you want sex, then you only need to ask, nothing funny about that.'' The demon shrugged and got up, feeling like he had been sitting for too long. He stretched his arms, and as he did so his wings spread wide, making him seem much more large and imposing.

He turned back to the man as he described his life, though he was rather unsurprised by his story, Seth hadn't give him the impression of being a family man afterall. ''I'll try to leave your body in a state that won't make things too difficult for your loved ones, if that's some comfort. I tend to go overboard sometimes, but I'll go for a clean kill, nothing more, nothing less.'' He thought back on the job he had just finished doing and how the man's internal organs had splattered all over the floor... Messy, very messy. Then again, he didn't think he could actually do something so needlessly violent to someone who's company he legitimately enjoyed.

''Of course, that doesn't include any marks I might leave on you from the time I might spend with you until then.'' He said with a mischevious grin as he extended his clawed hand towards Seth, as if he was going to slice his face to bits. Though he was much too far to actually reach him and was only doing so in a playful manner. ''I get carried away on that sometimes too.'' He wasn't going to clear up what he meant by 'that', leaving it up to the man's imagination. He found himself wondering about the man's comment about blackness... When a mortal died, they were sent to either heaven or hell, but what happened when a demon or angel died? That's a question that had always bothered him, and one that made sure he took his work very seriously. He didn't care as to end his existence only to once again face the unknown... Or was it once again? The demon shook his head, letting out a sigh. No point in trying to think about it, just do your job and live forever, and have a damn good time while you're at it too.

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

"Thank you for the consideration. I tend to go overboard as well." Seth said honestly with a small shrug. He watched Varlak move around and stretch, curious as to how wide his wing span was and the amount of force he would be able to create in order to fly. The scientist in him was coming out but he kept most of those thoughts to himself. He just wondered how pissed the demon would get if Seth ever did try to get with him and brought a knife with him to bed. He usually did, after all. Seth tipped his head back and shut his eyes, absorbing the thoughts that were running through his brain. Marking was one of those things that he had always loved. He had a multitude of scars from lovers that he'd lovingly taken and given back. He even had a few initials carved here and there as if they thought he would forget about them. He never did. Especially the ones he killed. It made him shiver in delight.

"I do hope you won't leave any awkward symbols that would make my family believe I was into the occult. Though it might explain a few things." He smirked before opening his eyes again and looking at Varlak. He wondered if the demon knew what he meant by the blackness and why when he was younger he hadn't been able to sleep. He had been plagued by what happened when you died that he hadn't been able to stop himself from asking that of his victims as their life began to ebb. But that was when he had been younger and trying to figure out why death made him feel so euphoric and aroused. Then he'd had his little epiphany that he was a killer and that to be what he wanted he had to blend in, and fulfill his craving. He'd never turned back.

Standing up from the table and stepping back onto the grass, Seth walked up to Varlak and simply moved to stroke his hand fondly over his cheek. Depending on if Varlak moved or not, Seth could keel that his skin was smooth like he thought but very warm to the touch. Almost too warm, in fact, but it made Seth wonder what that warmth would feel like in other places. Oh well, maybe he would find out if the time arose. Maybe he'd ask Varlak to kill him while he was balls deep. It would be a glorious way to go. And hopefully bloody to some degree. Moving past the demon with a small grin, Seth tucked his hands into his pockets.

What a wonderful thought: to die with a mixture of the ultimate pleasure and pain.

 

[Halaster]

''No symbols, not really any point to it anyways... When I'm done with you, your body will be nothing but a lifeless husk. Your soul will be gone, and really, if I wanted to leave a mark on anything, I'd leave it on your soul... But I'm not sure if that would be possible. At least not while you're still in your body.'' Of course, after the soul had left the body, it ended up in hell or heaven... But the soul itself there was much like a representation of how the person viewed themselves at the prime of their lives. As such, old people who died sometimes went back to how they looked when they were young, while others preferred to look like they did later in their lives... It all depended on the individual. Varlak didn't doubt that Seth being who he was, he would look exactly the same way he did right now when he went to hell.

The man's touch on his cheek surprised him. Was this a gesture of some kind of twisted sense of affection? Or did he just want to know what his skin felt like? This finally made Varlak blush, his cheeks taking a darker red tone, almost black. While sex was something that was given freely where he was from, affection was another matter entirely... It was something rare, especially to someone like him who was always working. As such, the small gesture had brought some degree of embarassment to him.

Still, he followed behind Seth when he walked off like nothing had happened, maybe he wouldn't have noticed anyways, so it really didn't matter. ''So... How would you like to go? If you want, I could try to make your death as painless as possible, or fulfill a special requirement.'' He raised his hand, lifting one finger. ''I could stab you in the heart, just like this.'' He made a forward motion with his hand, as if piercing through something with his sharp finger. ''You would die pretty quickly, only a small moment of pain as your body shuts down, nothing more. Or if you want even quicker and painless, I could take your head off... That's messier though, and it leaves one hell of a mess for the family and morticians.''

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

Luckily for the demon, Seth hadn't noticed the blush since he hadn't wanted to make it too awkward by standing around and waiting for something to happen. He figured he would catch the demon off-guard at some point or another and it was something worth being patient for. Pushing his glasses back up, he listened to the demon ask him about how he wanted to die. He wanted him make the stabbing motion and then found himself pondering what it would be like to get his head cut off. He'd probably only feel split seconds of pain, but he preferred something a little more fantastic and interesting. The stabbing had a good little ring to it. He'd be able to be consumed by the pain, watch his blood seep out of the wound before knowing that he'd be taking his last breaths. It almost seemed poetic like that. He decided to voice his earlier thoughts.

"I think dying while in the midst of orgasm would be a truly beautiful way to die. Blood seeping out of the wound like a river while my body battles with both pain and pleasure, pumping adrenaline and endorphins. It seems like the ultimate rush of feeling before everything shuts down and I'm dead. I feel like it would be glorious and just the right way to go since I mix sex and death together all the time." Seth seemed to be beaming with an almost happy smile, like that was the best way to die and he would be thrilled to experience it. If you had to experience something, wouldn't it be the most overwhelming emotions that could make you feel completely euphoric and breathless? As he walked along, his mind focused on that idea, the pain and pleasure of it making him almost giddy with the want to try it. He wondered if he could get a taste of it- a sample- before the big moment. Almost like a test run. He wanted it to be perfect. It had to be.

 

[Halaster]

''Interesting. Definitely the first time I'd fullfill such a unique requirement. Don't think it would be impossible though, we'll see when the time comes.'' Of course, that meant that he would be the one to be providing the means to said orgasm. It would be interesting, to say the least. Not many people wanted to die while having sex, some were simply horrified by the idea... But that man, he was quirky enough to want it that way, there was definitely something about him...

''You're definitely an interesting person to say the least, I'm quite enjoying the time we're spending together, as morbid as that may sound. It's almost too bad that I'll end up having to take your life.'' The demon laughed, amused by the idea that he could do anything but just that. ''But I'm sure I'll enjoy doing so. Afterall, isn't it more interesting to take the life of someone you know and care for than the life of a random stranger? In your line of work, that would most likely mean risks... But in mine, I can do so freely, get to know someone, talk with them, get to like them. Then kill them, watch as their life fades from them.''

''I think you'd make a pretty good demon. Once you're down there, I might even ask for news about you. I'm sure that at least for a few centuries it will be nothing but bad news... But who knows what the future may bring? If you ever become a demon, I'm sure we'll be good friends, even if you don't remember me then. And of course, I'll be forbidden to tell you any details about your past life... Not that I would want to anyways, it will make things much more interesting in the end.''

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

"I've always loved the idea of pleasure mixed with pain, and since I'm going to die anyways, might as well have the most intense mixture of both. Maybe I'll die while being drowned in euphoria...maybe not." Seth shrugged, his mind going to how he would die. Would it be beautiful? He'd like to think so as he thought it over. He thought of positioning, how long the sex would last, if there would be foreplay. He snickered at that. Why wouldn't there be foreplay? It was like saying he wouldn't have fun.

"See, if I had that capability, I would probably have fun with it, but there is something about taking the life of a stranger albeit not a complete stranger and knowing that the people in their life have no idea why something so horrible would happen to them. And so, in part, I'm remembered forever even if to them I am just a sick individual who murdered someone's wife, daughter, or sister." He shrugged. At least he had been complimented. It was rare he got a genuine compliment besides the shallow ones that focused more on the facade and physical look he had been born with. Humans were inherently rotten. He was a prime example of it. Too many ways to have genetic defects and mental malfunctions.

"That doesn't seem very fair, Varlak. You'll know all these things about me and I won't even remember. I suppose I'll just have to suffer through it and then bed you when I get the opportunity if I ever get one. Maybe I will become a demon, maybe I won't. Either way, I'll either remember or I won't." Stretching out as he walked, Seth soon found that they had wondered towards the other side of town. They had been talking for awhile, he surmised. Glancing at his watch, he still had a couple hours to kill before he met up with that woman. He decided that he was still going to meet her. Maybe Varlak could join in in killing her? He didn't know the policy on that, but it would be interesting. Very interesting indeed.