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Post by Kaia Aubrey Satu on Feb 18, 2011 22:54:09 GMT -5
Many might have said that exploring the streets of a relatively new city - one that had never been known for absolute justice and peace - was a very stupid thing to do.
This was true.
Kaia could care less at the moment - she had been left on her own, it was the weekend and her mother had some sort of meeting to attend, and sitting around in the house was just boring. So, it was evidently time to explore. Not that she just rushed out haplessly into the street without any sort of plan of where to go - she might not have had the sense to stay inside and wait, but she didn't poke around in any of the alleys nearby, despite the appealing thought of clambering over a fence or three. She was dressed in comfortable clothes today, jeans and a baggy sweater hanging somewhat loosely on her slim frame. Scuffing her shoes on the pavements, she wandered aimlessly, occasionally stopping to examine a nice house or a small store that caught her eye.
The smell of a bakery lured her over, and she frowned as she began to rummage in various pockets for cash, eventually tossing her hair to keep it from falling into her face, and fixing the building with a doleful look. She was going to get home before she got hungry, but it smelled so good...
So, the girl lingered, hands stuffed into her pockets and idling near enough to the door in case she decided to give into greed. Despite her relaxed posture, her brown eyes would occasionally dart to watch a passing stranger - not suspicious, but inquisitive. This neighbourhood was new, after all, and mom had ensured they'd be in some respectable place, surrounded by even more respectable people.
What could go wrong?
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Post by Viktorya Mihailov on Feb 19, 2011 2:15:32 GMT -5
demon princess Come here, now come here, let me smell your fears
Cry here, now cry here, let me enjoy your tears
Lick the wet segments of a worm
Viktorya hovered behind a young male. She licked her lips. “I hear you’re looking to sell your soul.” She placed her feet on the ground. “Opps.” She muttered to herself laughing when she noticed that she had interrupted something. The young man was on his knees in front of an older man whose pants were unzipped. The elder man threw the twenty dollar bill on the ground and then ran. ‘How did you get here?’ the young man asked. Viktorya turned her back to the brick wall and her eyes glanced to the chain link fence, the bottom part was loose enough so that someone as slim as she could fit through. Of course Viktroya had not used the fence but was implying it without words. It was not lying if the man thought the conclusions to himself.
‘You would buy my soul? – How much.’ The young man asked. “I would.” She said. “How does five hundred dollars sound?” she asked as she pulled out five, five hundred dollar bills and held them up in front of the man. If this young man would give a blow job for twenty dollars then he would most certainly sell his soul for five hundred dollars. It was just enough money that the man would do this. His soul was something he couldn’t see. ‘Deal,’ the man said and Viktorya handed him the five hundred fold bills. ‘Sucker,’ the man said and then he ran off afraid that Viktorya would try to take back the bills. As the man ran across the street he was hit by a truck. Viktorya grinned. The five bills flew off into the wind and the soul floated into a vial in Viktorya’s pendant. “Fool,” she uttered.
She picked up her handbag and began to walk down the street. The driver ran out of the truck and went to check on the body. If the man had been a little more innocent she would have offered him somewhere upwards of twenty-five million dollars – the most she had paid for a soul. But this young man was teetering near the scum of society all by his own choices and his soul wasn’t worth much. Souls of the already damned weren’t worth much but the soul of an innocent? It was something Viktorya could drool over! With this soul, she had twenty-five. But she only had three that were pure of heart, body and mind and those innocent souls were worth a hundred fold one evil soul.
Since this was an easy enough job she thought she might as well stick around for more. ‘Call 911’ the driver of the truck called to Viktorya. She smiled and walked on, ignoring the man. It was the beginning of the night and there was plenty of time for mischief and maybe just enough time to round up a completely innocent soul. She followed her nose since it beat the smell of the surrounding air. Baked goods always smelled so lovely while the city smelled like trash.
“Ants. Ants. Ants.” The demon said to herself under her breath. All these mortals were scurrying around like ants. It was sort of funny. Why were they in such a hurry? They died in fifty, sixty years tops! Viktorya caught the appearance of a young girl in a baggy shirt and a pair of jeans. She was rummaging around her pockets looking for something. Viktorya presumed money after learning that mortals had to pay for things. “Need some money?” she asked the girl, a big white smile turned at the girl.
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Post by Kaia Aubrey Satu on Feb 19, 2011 19:22:22 GMT -5
The feeling of being watched wasn't one Kaia was familiar with, so she continued her search for money for a moment more, until the oh so helpful voice sounded, letting her know that she wasn't alone. She quickly lifted her head, no longer engrossed in the contents of her pockets to stare suspiciously at the woman standing nearby. It wasn't just the usual warning against strangers that her parents had drilled into her head at an early age - though that was a part of it - it was also a mix of shame for someone thinking she needed charity and skepticism that it was actually being offered. Besides! She was thirteen - adults never paid any attention to her. She was too short, too young, too inexperienced to notice.
"I'm not poor," came out of her mouth before she had thought enough about it to snatch it back. The suspicious look morphed into a downright sullen one, not entirely suited for her face. "I don't need any of your money." Indeed, her family - or the abbreviated version of it now, with her and her mother - was relatively well off due to her mom's promotion, though that hadn't meant she was allowed to walk around with more of it.
...She kind of did not have enough money to assure buying something sweet into the bakery, but she wasn't about to tell that to a stranger. Instead, she bridled, not willing to look uneasy about this just yet, but not feeling... right. She was just being nervy - that was the logical conclusion. Not everyone around on the streets was a murderer plotting to kill the next person who walked past. She generally was excited to explore and learn her way around a new place, but generally, she wasn't almost instantly approached by a random stranger on the street.
"Do you want something?" she asked at length, sidling a little bit away. Her paranoia was ridiculous, but there was something wrong here. What would a woman like that want with someone like her? Why would she even care?
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Post by Viktorya Mihailov on Feb 19, 2011 20:51:07 GMT -5
demon princess Come here, now come here, let me smell your fears
Cry here, now cry here, let me enjoy your tears
Lick the wet segments of a worm
Viktorya smiled at her brilliant find. Who knew that her nose would lead her to something so delectable? The young female was young and not someone in the sixteen to eighteen age range. She was somewhere between the tenth and fifteenth moon year. Of course Viktorya was no expert in the advancement of mortal’s moon years and their varying stages of decay before they died. The ten to fifteen age range was the perfect range. The girl smelled like an innocent. She was someone who was pure. She had not been spoiled. She probably never had her first kiss let alone her first erotic adult moment. The girl was pure and her soul was priceless.
“Of course you’re not poor,” she smiled sweetly at the girl. She was not too good at comforting small young. She did not know what to say to them. And it was usually a waste of her breath. Images of an older nude man flashed before her eyes. She could remember him.. Man? Mace? Mack? Malace? Mal! Yes, his name had been Mal. She had been his lover temporarily. She had found him and taken occupancy in a house not her own. Inside the home there had been two adults and two children. Viktorya had murdered the adults and had made love to Mal in the bedroom and then when she was done she had killed the young just so that she could have some fresh blood to bathe in. Needless to say Viktorya was not good with children.
Something about the murdered children must have shown on her face because the young girl of only a few years had begun to back away from her. Any moment now and she would turn tails and run. Viktorya could just see it now, this young female child running and screaming. Why did everyone run and scream? For a few moments Viktorya thought that she may have actually forgotten to put on her human form. She turned to look into the bakery window. Unlike a vampire she could see her own reflection. She was definitely in human form. Did the mortal have some sort of gift of true eye? Viktorya did not think so….
“Yes,” Viktorya said. She did want something. But telling the girl what she wanted was another thing entirely. She could not just blurt out, ‘I want your soul’ she would need to use tact. This would be so much easier if she wasn’t burdened with the little fact that she could only speak truth. Because then she could say something like, ‘I love to help people’ or ‘I’m looking for my step-daughter who looks sort of like you, my you two could be twins’. But alas, Viktorya was bound to the truth as all of her kind were. “More importantly, what do you want? – From the bakery.” Normally a demon didn’t give away favors for free. They only did that when they really, really, really wanted something and really, really, really had to sweet talk a person into something. She wanted this valuable soul and if that meant buying something as simple as a pastry to get the girl to trust her, so be it!
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Post by Kaia Aubrey Satu on Feb 20, 2011 0:11:05 GMT -5
The woman kept smiling at her. It was annoying. She hated it when adults assumed that smiling would instantly make her like them. She wasn't stupid. Many people thought she would just smile back and accept what she was told if they just looked friendly enough, and that assumption was infuriating. And agreeing with her like that, in that tone... oh yes, this woman was getting her back up.
Her question was dodged, but the young teenager didn't even notice, too busy frowning at the woman. "You know, it's polite to at least introduce yourself before you start being creepy and offering money," she added, eyes narrowed and clearly not buying this. Arms folded, she sent another glower. "I don't want anything." Which was obviously a lie - she was still hovering near the bakery, and the smells were too alluring to just leave behind. She was stalling, and she knew it, but that didn't matter, because surely she'd be able to run or scream if anything bad happened, right? "So you can go away if all you want is to buy me something. I can do that on my own." An indignant huff as she leaned against the wall, clearly expecting that this show of contrariness will be enough to make the other lose interest in her and attempt to bribe someone else.
Of course, there was the chance that she'd stay and do that patronizing agreement again, but that would just put Kaia in more of a bad mood. Couldn't the stranger see she didn't want to talk? Or accept charity, or really be social at all. If she was going to explore the neighbourhood, she couldn't do that by standing around and talking to people. Especially creepy strangers like this.
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Post by Viktorya Mihailov on Feb 20, 2011 13:40:40 GMT -5
demon princess Come here, now come here, let me smell your fears
Cry here, now cry here, let me enjoy your tears
Lick the wet segments of a worm
The smile had almost dropped from Viktorya’s face. This little thing of bone and meat had actually implied that she was rude and creepy! If Viktorya had less experience dealing with mundane mortals then the smile would have dropped from her face. But since she was a bit over two million years of age she had seen almost everything. Though the young bratty child who did not respect her elders was new. “I do not … don’t,” she amended. It was unnatural for Viktorya to say a contraction and she shuddered but just a bit, not enough for the girl to actually catch her. Contractions butchered languages, languages Viktorya loved. But if it meant gaining trust she would speak ‘modern speak’ and use those dreaded contractions. “Mean to be creepy. I’m just trying to be friendly.”
There, Viktorya could say that because it was true. Of all things she did not want to be creepy and by smiling so much her mouth was beginning to hurt she was trying to appear to be friendly. “Please accept my apologies. I’m Viktorya Ezekiel. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” She said as she stuck out her right hand in the gentlest ladylike way for hand shaking. The girl was too young to know by her hand movements but Viktorya’s hand was used more to being kissed then shaken. ‘I am very pleased to make your acquaintance Kaia Aubrey Satu’ Viktorya thought to herself. She lessened the degree of smile since her face was hurting and tried to offer Kaia a smile that seemed to mostly say, ‘I’m sorry please trust me, look at these white teeth – If you can’t trust a rich pretty adult female then who can you trust?’
Viktorya would have given the girl her full name which was her summoning name except it had six parts to it which would have aroused suspicion in the already suspicious girl. Thus she gave the girl her first name and the last part of her name. Would the girl try and make up a name on the spot or would she give Viktorya her real name? Fake names were hard to make up on the spot unless you were experienced in these matters. She did not think much of the mortal and their brain capacity, she would probably say her name was Daisy for the daisies on sale behind her and Blueman for the man passing by in the bluesuit, Daisy Blueman, now that was a funny name.
“So stubborn. Just what I’d expect from Bill Satu’s daughter.” Viktorya said as she turned around and entered the bakery. A huge evil grin was on her face, one that Kaia couldn’t see since she was outside – probably speechless or breathless or somethingless. Now what she said wasn’t a lie just because she had never met Bill but pulled him from the girls mind as her father. She could pretend she was Bill’s new girlfriend or his boss. This would be fun. She pretended to gaze over the mortal bakery items. They were so unusual and she had never tasted the likes of those treats. Thankfully their names were written in front on the clear counter. ‘Five, four, three, two’ she counted down in her head.
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Post by Kaia Aubrey Satu on Feb 20, 2011 17:35:43 GMT -5
Oh. So she didn't mean to be creepy. That made it so much better! The sarcastic comment was about to leave her mouth when the woman introduced herself. "Kaia," she said shortly, not taking the offered hand. She wasn't smiling as much now, so the 'I am a creepy stranger' effect was greatly lessened, but still...
However, the whole game plan changed when Viktorya shot off a casual remark about how she was stubborn like her father. She said his name. The girl stiffened and gaped at the other's retreating back, before she flung open the door and ran into the bakery after her. "You know my dad!" she burst out, staring at Viktorya in disbelief. "Why didn't you say so before? How do you know him? How is he?" This flurry of questions done, she looked around, meandering over to check the pastries but all the while keeping an eye on Viktorya.
The coincidence of meeting someone in her neighbourhood - someone who recognized her and knew her father - only a week after they had moved here and set everything up was not something she considered. Oh sure, it could happen - the divorce had been a big things, which was why all the family friends had descended in a horde on the house a few days ago to offer sympathy and swap stories and rumours until she was sick of it. People talked, and it wasn't like her father wasn't allowed to know people outside the family. So this all made sense, in enough of a way that her suspicions were temporarily set at ease. Of course, that said little for why someone who knew her dad had offered her money before doing anything else, but that was minor. There were weird people in the world. Surely, Viktorya was just one of those.
The child didn't read newspapers, and her mother had tossed out the newest issue of The Sun after the first glance. Murderers and vampires were of no interest to her, and hadn't ever infringed upon the ordered world Kaia was used to, and the idea that anything weird - more weird than creepy, but inhuman - existed wasn't something that would have occurred to her.
And so she took a step towards the role of the victim, of the prey, without ever seeing the path.
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Post by Viktorya Mihailov on Feb 20, 2011 22:29:10 GMT -5
demon princess Come here, now come here, let me smell your fears
Cry here, now cry here, let me enjoy your tears
Lick the wet segments of a worm
Viktorya looked at the counter that showed all the delightful treats for mortals to eat and get fattened up for Viktorya’s pot. There were various cakes of various flavors and smaller cakes and pastries. As a young child she should be all over the chocolate sweets like the éclair and the chocolate covered cherries or nut covered caramel apple but she had an above average mind of one her own age so perhaps she fancied something that was a bit more adult. There were pastries with honey and buns with bread. But who knew what someone really fancied until they were at the counter. Though they had probably been crazing the high calorie treats for blocks unless they had taken a taxi cab.
“One,” Viktorya said under her breath finishing the countdown. The girl like all young desired to know about their fathers, especially if they did not currently live with them. Kaia had lost all her adult exposure and the facade disappeared like a sandcastle against the current. She shouted several sentences at once, actually quite loudly. If Viktorya were mortal she just might blush. Several spectators – from what Viktorya pried from their minds easily as if they themselves were shouting it – thought that Viktorya was obviously sleeping with the young girl’s father. It was New York and Viktorya was pretty.
It was typical. Any tough cool exterior could be broken if you had the right information. Mortals sort of just forgot about the important facts like how could Viktorya know Kaia’s father? How did Viktorya know what Kaia looked like even with a photo? How would she know to find them in New York? It was a busy place with a lot of people. But reason just left a mortal’s mind so easily. In reality mortals knew the truth but they did not care. They wanted to believe and that belief cost them their souls and sometimes their lives. It was always better to lose your life to a demon then your soul. Because if you were dead you could go someplace but once a demon had your soul? – Not a pretty picture. It was like a buss token. You couldn’t get someplace without the token and without a soul you’re left pretty much in between.
Viktorya did not answer the first question. She did not know the girl’s dad and she could not get around without lying. “We are…” Viktorya trailed off not bothering to finish or even start a sentence. She showed the girl her hand, the one with the few rings on it. There was a golden ring on her finger and Viktorya turned it around to reveal a very large diamond – An ‘engagement’ ring as it was. The ring had already been on her finger but Viktorya just had changed the stone. To Kaia it looked like the typical New York girl who was walking in the dark, she turned her ring around so that thieves wouldn’t see it on her hand but the stone was pressed against her palm. It wasn’t a lie but she was implying that they were engaged.
“Your father is fine. He really misses you.” This wasn’t a lie either since unless Bill was hit by a car he was fine. And from what Viktorya had taken from Kaia’s mind the father really did love his daughter. “He’s busy working and I’m here on business so I came by myself.” Viktorya’s earlier meeting had been a business meeting. She fondly remembered it like it was years ago, if only but thirty minutes prior. She wondered what Bill did. Kaia knew Bill was an IT consultant but Viktorya did not know what IT meant. Was it fashion? – IT girl. IT boy. That was all Viktorya knew about IT. But Bill was not very fashionable from what she had seen and if he was he would have changed his name from Bill to Markus or something more fashionable. Viktorya would not mention his work.
“White Plains is lovely, isn’t it?” Now it was Viktorya asking a question though it seemed more like an opinion though the red haired demon had never set foot in a place known as White Plains to her knowledge. “I was going to get some éclairs to go. But maybe we could talk, somewhere private.” She added. She did not want a bunch of busybodies to overhear her conversation with this girl. “Do you want something? My treat!” ‘your soul’ she thought. “I’ll take one éclair and she will have - ” Viktorya turned to face Kaia. Now she definitely had to have something and then she had to talk with Viktorya for purchasing a treat.
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Post by Kaia Aubrey Satu on Feb 22, 2011 17:43:24 GMT -5
If Kaia hadn't been so excited and desperate to fill the gap that her father had left behind with some sort of information, she might have been angry with Viktorya for hesitating. Instead, she was practically bouncing with impatience, watching her every movement with the intensity one would usually dedicate to a sports match. That intensity was something she regretted when her eyes landed upon the ring the woman was displaying, the one she carefully turned to show the impressively large stone on it. Larger and flashier than her mother's, by far...
She wasn't stupid. She knew what that meant.
Familial loyalty warred with common sense. So what if her dad had already gotten engaged to some other woman? Mom was allowed to do that too! That didn't mean he wasn't still her dad, that he still wasn't part of the family...
She bit her lip and looked away for a moment, though her gaze swung back as Viktorya continued to talk. "He misses me?" she repeated. "I... miss him too," she admitted, and then nodded hastily. Getting some time alone seemed perfectly reasonable - she wanted to ask more questions, and was rapidly becoming aware that people were looking at her with curiosity or contempt. "I'll have one of those -" She pointed to a fruit tart with whipped cream, and then fidgeted impatiently, shooting nervous glances at the bystanders and at Viktorya. "I miss where we used to live too. I wish this divorce and move hadn't happened," she complained, voice now slightly lower - she didn't want to know other people were listening in on this, after all.
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Post by Viktorya Mihailov on Feb 24, 2011 22:37:50 GMT -5
demon princess Come here, now come here, let me smell your fears
Cry here, now cry here, let me enjoy your tears
Lick the wet segments of a worm
“Yes.” She said smiling softly. “I know you miss him. Perhaps you can visit.” She said softly. She watched the woman behind the counter pack the éclair and the fruit tart in two cute little white boxes. Viktorya pulled out her half-brothers credit card. He owned a nightclub which was only opened at night hence why it was not called dayclub. And it was only fitting that since he was annoying she would spend his money. Besides, she just had hundreds and was too lazy to conjure up a twenty dollar bill from a bank or a person’s front pocket. She swiped the plastic piece and then signed her name, Viktorya Mihailov Ezekiel in perfect script.
She had once tried to pay in Spanish doubloons, gold coins, silver coins, copper pieces and twice Monopoly money. But now she was really getting the hang of this money thing. She still had no notion of what twenty dollars was worth but it was a start. Viktorya put her half-brothers credit card back in her purse. He would probably be very angry to realize that she was spending his money even though the bill had been less than ten dollars.
“Why don’t we go to the park? It’s a nice evening.” She said this like the park was the safest place at night for two pretty ladies. In fact it was probably the most dangerous. There were muggings, rapings, assaults, and the ever loved by the beat cop – murders. The park sounded like a great place to be! She sat on the bench and handed Kaia her fruit tart. She opened up her éclair. She didn’t eat it though. “I’m glad I met you,” she offered Kaia a small smile before she picked up the éclair and then proceeded to think seriously. “But I’m worried about you and the safety of your soul.” It was like ‘oh no not a religious freak’. “If you sign it over to me I will take good care of it. And I’ll give you something neat in return for your signature.” She pulled out a piece of parchment paper, a bottle of ink and an old fashioned pen.
The parchment said Kaia’s full name on it and agreed to give possession of soul ownership over to Viktorya for and then a blank line. She didn’t need to do that for the scumbags soul but the angels would be up in angst for a pure soul thus the paperwork. She smiled sweetly. “Think of your dad. You don’t want anything to happen to him? Him and your soul?”
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Post by Kaia Aubrey Satu on Mar 26, 2011 16:03:36 GMT -5
A trip to the park in the early evening! What could possibly go wrong there? Though her mother had cautioned her enough that the warnings stuck - and a park somehow acquired a tinge of unnerving paranoia at night, shadows all distorted and too long - she shoved away those worries and doubts. Following after Viktorya without any real fear, Kaia only paused when the other sat down on the bench. she looked around, but no looming dangers or mysterious stalkers were to be seen. Completely oblivious to where the real danger was, she sat down as well.
About to take a bite of her fruit tart, she stopped as Viktorya began to talk. "Glad I met you" was ordinary enough, but what followed after... Her eyes widened with surprise, and then something like scorn.
Her dad was involved with one of those weird cultists who pestered people for the safety of their souls? The girl shot her an 'Are you for real' look, clearly not believing this. "I think my soul is fine. How would I sign it off to you, anyways? Would you suck it out and put it in a bottle or something like that?" Her voice was heavy with sarcasm, and it was obvious that she thought the whole thing ridiculous. It didn't matter - she wasn't about to be sucked into some sort of weird cult. Even if Viktorya wasn't asking for money - which would have made more sense - the whole topic bordered the "creepy" part of absurd.
The mention of her father made her shoulders draw tight, the sarcasm pulled back. "Dad... dad has nothing to do with... this." She made a waving gesture, and then added, "With my soul. That'd be... ridiculous." Anger made her voice rise a notch in pitch, but there was a waver of uncertainty that she was desperately trying to beat back.
"What do you really want?"
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Post by Viktorya Mihailov on Mar 27, 2011 14:12:34 GMT -5
demon princess Come here, now come here, let me smell your fears
Cry here, now cry here, let me enjoy your tears
Lick the wet segments of a worm
“Yes, that’s exactly how it’s done. Though I would use a vial.” Viktorya said so sweetly that the girl couldn’t be sure if she was joking or not. But the red haired demon was nothing but serious. A demon did not need to wait for a person to die to take or snatch their soul – though some contracts stipulated that the soul could only be taken after the mortal died. Those contracts were few, very few like winning the lottery. After the soul was gone the mortal would feel a sort of numbness. The sort when you knew something was wrong with you but you did not know what or why.
The éclair sat in its box in the cute paper and Viktorya took a bite. She was trying to seem human an innocent. But she could tell that this girl was very weary of her. Viktorya listened with discontent as she realized that this mature girl of a young age would be a much harder sell. She could try the ‘if you sign I’ll give you money… you’ll win the lottery … I’ll bring you that toy you want … do you want a sports car (though the mortal young was too young to drive) immortal beauty, a talent for singing’ but Viktorya had a much more evil topic. Of course that would give away her cover as the father’s fiancé.
“Oh, silly little girl. I want your soul.” She said as she opened the bottle of ink. It was old fashioned ink and made the old fashioned way from bugs and other such things. There was a black eyeball rolling about there somewhere. The demon dipped the old fashioned quill in the bottle of beautifully pitch black ink and tapped it once against the inside of the bottle letting the two drips slip down and join the other inks. “I know what you want. I know your desires. You wish for nothing more than having your father here. A family whole.”
Viktorya pushed the quill into the girl’s hands. She also thrust the parchment paper in her face. “I can give you what you desire. Whatever you desire. You need only write it on the black section and then add your signature.” If the girl did not sign for money or fortune or art then Viktorya was going to tell the girl that she best sign because if she did not she would kill her father. The girl could find her father dead and Viktorya would do her best to frame the young girl. As a demon she could make herself as any likeness she wished. This Kaia would go down for the murder of her father if she did not sign.
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Post by Kaia Aubrey Satu on Apr 7, 2011 17:10:57 GMT -5
Her... her father?
A family that wasn't split apart - one that wasn't full of gaps shaped by people she had grown up with, trusted, loved. How could she refuse that? She wanted it, wanted to see her family whole again. She wasn't sceptical enough to completely deny that this could happen. Fairytales were different than... than whatever this was. A friend of her father's wanting her soul in exchange for being happy and normal again.
Still - a part of her was screaming hoarsely, like a wasp beating itself against glass in an attempt to be heard.
"You can't... prove you'll do it," she said slowly. "Why do you want it anyways? I mean, I'm no one special..." It would have been easy to give in and just agree, but even with such a reward, she couldn't help but choose the more difficult path. Besides, the woman had been... patronizing and intriguing by turns, and that meant that she couldn't really be trusted, right? Even if she did know things no one else should have known.
Especially, because if someone could put her soul into a vial, what else could she do? Read her mind? See the future?
Something told her that Viktorya was hardly to be laughed at for that kind of claim. "Can't you just take... the Pope's soul? Or is it because you know my dad?" Fear made her voice shriller than she had wanted it to be and she winced involuntarily. This wasn't turning out as well as she had thought it would.
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Post by Viktorya Mihailov on Apr 11, 2011 13:55:43 GMT -5
demon princess Come here, now come here, let me smell your fears
Cry here, now cry here, let me enjoy your tears
Lick the wet segments of a worm
It was not a lie. Viktorya could bring the girls family together. It was easy enough, in fact it was so easy that she could do it for free just to see the mishap happen. Viktorya would slip the mother a love potion and she would fall instantly in love with the girl’s father. Then the cold hearted demon would do the same to the father and he would fall in love with the woman who bore his child. But then the mother’s boyfriend and the father’s girlfriend would be devastatingly heartbroken – a mere side effect only if the lover was near their partner when they realized that they had left their ‘true’ love.
“You think I’m lying?” the red haired demon said angrily. She went from a joyous smile on her face to a frumpy scowl. No demon enjoyed being called a liar. “Why should I prove something to you? Just believe in me. Can’t you do that? – For your father?” she asked sweetly. Her emotions were changing faster than someone with multiple personality syndrome. “You’re right. You’re really no one special. There are a million kids. Just. Like. You. But, … you are pretty. And you smell good. So virginous.” Viktorya licked the girl’s cheek. It was very creepy.
“Why would I want the pope’s soul? He’s so old. Besides, he already sold his soul to be pope!” It was the god-awful-honest-truth. The pope was a nobody, there were better candidates. Still, he was a candidate and to be pope well…he needed a little help from workers of the anti-pope persuasion. Viktorya skipped the part about the girl’s dad. “You act as if I’m trying to get you into my bed. I just want you to sign this parchment. Is that so hard? Is that so wrong? If you don’t sign this paper in the next minute I am going to go to your father’s home and kill him. Then I am going to frame you for the crime. You will get the death penalty unless you plead guilty.”
And let it wriggle down your throat |
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