~Written In Blood~ (Charlmeister x Yoshie)

[Yoshie]

Century after century, millennia after millennia, she sat there waiting. Waiting for that portal to open again. Long ago when light first touched the gates of hell there was a portal that opened. It was a portal to the surface world, the world that so few knew of her kind visited but all knew about; the world that Winry wanted to explore. There were many stories, many stories about her kind rising to the surface and going beyond the portal, some would say there were rumors that mortals and demons alike would be summoned through that gate to go to the other side. But alas, those were just rumors and stories to be shared with children and told around a campfire. But every time there was something, something in her that told her to stay by that place, to keep looking for that portal.

Every morrow in the same spot Winry sat looking at the Spirit Lake, the lake that is said to have brought on the portal to freedom, freedom from this god forsaken place. The young succubus looked around her; demons and empty space. Same shit, different day. But not beyond the portal, no beyond the gate is a whole new world. Yes a world where she can wreak havoc and destruction, where chaos would rein supreme. A place where she could be free, to actually live. As a child she would hear tales of the surface world, how humans would draw up blood contracts with them and commanded demons to do their bidding and in turn they could stay on the surface world just as long as they did as they were told. However, Winry was a different breed of demon. She refused to be controlled; she refused to be chained by some meager command word or bound by a contract. No, she wanted her own means of getting to the surface world, to have no leash and collar. What kind of demon takes orders from a human? A more primitive species than she who would die in a matter of a century.

Humans knew nothing of death, of necromancy, nothing of how to really kill something and watch it slowly die. No they were too busy fighting amongst themselves about who has more money or who holds more power. Confused creatures that were afraid of death, afraid of what they did not know and more susceptible to think that the next man wants them dead. They didn’t trust each other, so how were they able to trust a demon long enough to draw up a contract?
Now with the world in turmoil humans have no choice but to rely on demons since the conventional methods weren’t working they’d figure what better way to get rid of a demon than another demon? Using fire to fight with fire however, everyone knows that playing with fire gets you burned…

 

[Charlmeister]

This was bad. He knew he was going to be suspended again and that would be twice on his record. A next time and he would be expelled and probably sent away by his aunt to a boot camp institution. He still had too much rage, his soul and heart were consumed by and it influenced every facet of his emotions. He'd never been able to completely track down the men that had killed his parents. It had been two years and still he hadn't been able to get over the rage. Especially because he had been there. He'd seen everything, heard everything and even as his mother looked at him and told him to go, to do something, to get help; he'd laid there transfixed and traumatized.

It was just him and his sister. His aunt on his father's side had become their guardian. She left them two bodyguards, since she wasn't physically able to be with them, being as busy as she was. He didn't remember what she did, he didn't care to remember but she'd done a lot for them. She moved them out of the family house and set them up in a mansion big enough for ten people. She pampered them with money and gifts and assured their comfort and security. But it was all just superficial and it could never go beyond that. Being in that mansion only left him unnerved, his sister loved it though and the toys and everything her heart could ever desire obscured the memory of their parents to her. But for Laithan, the memory would always live on. Until he got revenge. He knew he was a walking cliche and he sometimes hated the fact. He didn't like brooding and he especially didn't like feeding his anger but it came too naturally. His subconscious was immersed in that need to do something about the nothing the courts and police had done.

He looked up, pulling his shirttail out his pants. He was probably gonna be in jail for the night so he tried to make himself comfortable. The wall was gritty and the bed was too small for his long frame. Spray paint and what looked like blood stained the walls. He wrinkled his nose. He didn't like being in a cell, confinement wasn't his forte and it slowly began to irritate him. Probably he could attempt some sleep, just to pass the time. As he closed his eyes, the jangling of keys came closer to his cell and he blinked up at the stocky officer. The man watched him warily with hard, gray eyes. He had bushy brows and a fat face, the corners of his mouth dusted by confectionary powder. Was it really true that all cops ate were donuts? He chortled at the thought and the officer narrowed his eyes to slits, trying to look intimidating.
"Are you going to let me out of here?"

"Your bodyguard is here."
Laithan sat up then pushed himself to his feet. He never usually liked the man but he couldn't say he wasn't grateful to him for coming because he seriously didn't enjoy the prospect of staying in jail overnight. There was so much his record could take and even though his aunt was far away, he felt as if he was exhausting her patience. Maybe he would try going back to his anger management classes, just to make up for her pains. He walked out once the grill had been rolled back and he looked up at his bodyguard, Alan. He was dressed casually which was surprising every time since he was usually dressed formally - jacket and tie. He preferred him like this. He followed him out, got in the car and they rode in silence the thirty minute drive home.

He went up to his room, his little sister was already asleep, and locked the door. He emptied his bag and frowned when a book fell out with an inverted star on its cover. He scoffed and rolled his eyes. Eric did this on purpose. Eric was his friend who was crazy about the spirit world and was always going off on a weird tangent about demonology and necromancy. Usually, he'd never entertain the likes of him but Eric was an okay guy, when he wasn't going off about demons and wanting one. He picked the book up and sat down.

Eric had gone the extra mile to make this book look like some professionally written text about the different type of demons that could be summoned - even writing summoning spells and prayers. Laithan didn't believe in this shit. It was all hocus-pocus. Just how God was a pile of shit. People just always needed some supernatural entity to believe in. It transcended pathetic. He looked at the section marked Succubus and read. It was laughable. And because he thought it was a big joke, he chanted the prayer three times - as the book instructed. There was an unnerving ebb and flow of apprehension but he ignored it. He was just tired. He threw the book aside. Nothing had happened. Yeah, all of this was a load of bullshit.
He flung his hand over his eyes and tried to sleep.

 

[Yoshie]

Humans knew nothing of death, of necromancy, nothing of how to really kill something and watch it slowly die. No they were too busy fighting amongst themselves about who has more money or who holds more power. Confused creatures that were afraid of death, afraid of what they did not know and more susceptible to think that the next man wants them dead. They didn’t trust each other, so how were they able to trust a demon long enough to draw up a contract?

Now with the world in turmoil humans have no choice but to rely on demons since the conventional methods weren’t working they’d figure what better way to get rid of a demon than another demon? Using fire to fight with fire however, everyone knows that playing with fire gets you burned…

Today was different however, when she was looking in the pond at her reflection her ears perked up. She heard a rip, a tear in the space where the rock she laid on was. She stood up bewildered at first, standing before her was a portal, a portal to a room? A room on Earth. She looked around, no one else noticed it. No one else knew that the portal was opened. Then she looked around the jagged edges and noticed that the portal was closing…fast! She didn’t have enough time to warn her demon partners, she didn’t have time to even think. No there was nothing rational about this. She had to take a dive. Her wings outstretched she leaped for the gate.

ZAP

Her body stung as it was ripped from the netherrelm and dragged into the human world. There was a portal with multitudes of colors streaming everywhere. She knew not where she was going but all she knew was that she was away from that place, that boring place that was bred. Her red eyes burning with anticipation, the flame in her heart now reborn like a Phoenix. Her mind raced to all the evil shit she could do. All the hatred she could pass and all the trouble she was going to cause. There was a sadistic smile that came across her face.

SLAM

She hit the floor hard. Now considering it was carpet, something had to be valued there to say the least. At least it was carpet and not concrete. Even demons feel pain, they enjoy it but hitting the face on something solid is never aspirated. Finally coming too after a blow like that she touched her lip, it was slightly bleeding, something that she had not come to expect. You can easily tell a demon from their look and their two toned red and black blood.
“Fuck that hurt.” She said wagging her tail making sure nothing was broken.