the night is dark and full of terrors [ lucifer morgenstern & lovestand ]

[Lucifer Morgenstern]

Each tick of the clock provided a satisfying groan from the demon, allowing his claw to continue to stretch out against the poor woman's throat. The lifeless body of another woman dangled across the couch a few feet away from the duo. Despite the idea to go out and have some fun, the demon decided on staying home, with his human wife and stepdaughter opting for a girl's night out to have a bit of fun and relax and relieve some stress from their lives. They earned and deserved it, as every woman in their positions did. Which left the poor demon as the only person in the middle of this dark and abandoned apartment complex, which he liked to affectionately call "his home", since the maid had not come for her job for the week, being off on vacation. And to give a man such spacious time to himself, you could only imagine the kinds of nefarious plots that he often busied himself with. Clutching tighter, suffocating her, making sure that every breath she took was more difficult than the last, the ravenous creature felt rather invigorated. After their sexual romp, she attempted to go on her way home, perhaps to some other john, but the old demon wasn't having it. Subsequently, his hand wrapped completely around her frail neck, and the demon urged her life out of her body. She had already been exhausted enough from the raunchy sex, and he had only tapped into the forefront of his demonic hunger. Whether she truly expected the level of virility from the demon or not was of little concern now that he had exactly what he needed.

He had his own ways of relieving stress. The demon had taken his time to absorb the life energy from the two strippers, finding that they could serve to give him life instead of returning to their distasteful duties. And just like that, the last bit of life from the woman was thoroughly extinguished -- she no longer took a breath, and the color from her face quickly disappeared. Immediately, the demon dropped her to the floor, allowing her waif-thin body to lay there, helplessly against the laminated floor. The claw soon morphed back into his left hand, returning from the four prodigious digits of maroon fury to five, ordinary, light-skinned fingers and thumb. Letting out a quick breath, the sound of someone in the apartment brought him to turning his attention to the direction of the door. Having been fully recharged, his senses were on high alert, tensed at the arrival of a new and all too familiar presence. The simple utterance of his human last name provoked a curious smirk to form over his facial features, remaining in the shadows with only the uplifting stench of blood from his victim who, while still barely alive, would meet her fate rather soon. Oh, but there was someone out there that demanded his attention. While he could not immediately ascertain the potential threat or intruder, he could capture the slightest and faintest scent of human emanating from the door. The demon chuckled, but remained silent, before slipping into the shadows of his dark home, awaiting for the intruder to come into view. The bellowing chuckle of man released the lock on the door, slowly allowing it to creak open in a dark omen of things to come. Already, he could faintly tell that whoever was here was sent to kill him, but he couldn't smell hollow bullets or gunfire at all. Either she was completely unarmed and at the mercy of his disposition, or she had some other way of disposing him that he'd love to know about.

Either way, he was far too excited to meet his newfound guest, so with that in mind, The creature slowly stepped out from the shadows of the corner, leaving the dead body behind. The demon stood at his full humanoid height, a shade over six feet, but what was the most remarkable feature of his human physical form were the numerous tattoos and marks covering his chest, shoulders and arms. Most were not visible to the naked eye, but with the woman's exceedingly sharp senses, she would note all of the powerful and inspiring demonic marks. "Are you looking for someone?" The demonic vampire spoke in an all-too ominous tone, now fully revealed to the cat-like woman. Of course, he didn't expect her to be all alone in trying to find him, but with the other members of her group. Which would no doubt prove to be one of the undying qualities of her failure and his advantage. Nonetheless, the demon licked his lips, looking to step forward toward the woman, his own demonic aura already looking to parade on through to affect her senses. "Have you come to play?"

The creature prowled with a certain purpose, a particular method to his demonic madness. The city's quiet stillness had inundated him with a sense of daring purpose, not without all of its madness. And now, being on the precipice of yet another joyous hunt, the creature could only bait his breath and wait for the demon hunter to come to him.

 

[LoveStand]

RE: the night is dark and full of terrors

Celina was a Eurasian woman that stood at around five feet and a half, someone who wasn't imposing by appearance but she had a very eccentric appearance. Seeing as her profession wasn't exactly commonplace in the world, neither a doctor that demanded a white coat or a police officer who was required to dress in uniform, she was had a certain liberty to dress in whatever manner she wished. As a professional demon hunter, she didn't exactly choose to dress in very much to say the least, especially for one who choose to prowl the night to hunt down those who endangered humanity. Her clothes were black and gravitated toward a motif that depicted skeletal designs. She wore detached sleeves on her arms showing barebones with a matching set of waist corset and neck piece that followed the same design. Her generous bust bounced free with unnatural perkiness and each were adorned with metal pasties of skulls on her pert nipples. She wore a short skirt around her waist that reached just to her mid-thigh and black platform heels. Her black hair was worn up in a distinct large bun with her eyes heavily shadowed and her lips painted red. Her arms were tattooed with exotic designs and scriptures.

In her hunt tonight, she found herself before an abandoned apartment building, which didn't look much from the outside. However, her instinct informed her that there was more to this abode. The neighbourhood was dump without anyone wanting to live or develop here, yet there was one resident who remained here and that was perhaps peculiar in itself. Despite her impractical choice of clothes, she moved rather silently when she made her way in and hopped over the chain-linked fence without much of an issue, landing on the other side with practiced athleticism. She travelled light and travelled alone here, which made it each for operations like this one.

She began to make her way up to where her mark resided. The building felt haunted and ominous, but her trained instincts told her that there was more to this building and she wasn't just jumping at shadows. True evil resided here and she was rather certain of it. Her heels didn't make a sound and she made her way down the hallway and zeroed in on the door to his residence. She stopped in front of the door and her sharp senses caught a whiff of something she was very familiar with in her field, blood and death. Her senses became a little more defensive as she prepared herself for what was found on the other side. She knew that her mark was unpredictable. Her hand gripped around the doorknob and she pushed the door open silently, which was unlocked much to her surprise. Was she expected? She gasped sharply when she saw the nude dead bodies of two women, who were likely his earlier victims and ones that she was too late to save from the demon. However, the shock value probably paled in comparison to the sight before her.

Her eyes widened at the demon, who probably wasn't large for his type but easily towered above her. She wavered her attention between his powerful form and the tattoos on his body. Suddenly her resolve evaporated and was replaced by a delirium that clouded her mind, it was like as if a spell was cast over her without her knowing, and that wasn't far from the truth. Whatever purpose that brought her here was replaced by another as she began to feel enthralled by the demon's appearance and his powerful command that controlled her. She wasn't scared of the demon, but rather attracted to him and everything that he represented. It was perhaps that chance encounter that they had a few nights ago that left a stronger impression on her than she would care to admit, suppressed deeply in her memories up until now when it was activated by his presence. However, it was too late to question the impression any further or fight it. She ignored the ghastly scene in the apartment, the two victims, and focused her attention on the demon itself. A small seductive smile crept up on her lips as she regarded the demon as a lover and not a prey. "I am looking for you, of course. You know that I'm always well equipped to play. I hope this appeases you?" Taking the hem of her skirt, she lifted it up slightly to show a hint of her shaven womanhood, moist in arousal and completely at the demon's mercy.