Call of the Kindred

[Rose~Thorn]

Chastisity walked swiftly out of the apartment complex. Her stilettos clicked harshly against the pavement and her dress billowed out around her. She had received news of a new victim. She didn’t know what Satan had against this one, nor did she care, all she needed to do was dispose of him. And send his soul to Hell, where her lord waited.

Poor man, he must have really messed up to be sentenced straight into the devil’s claws. Chastisity mused in her head, never having before had to personally deliver Satan a soul. Usually he just wanted them dead and in Hell, or Earth. His punishment for this one must be quite special if he must do it himself.

As Chastisity’s eyes scanned the houses on her path, looking for the one belonging to Issac Twirl, she began to plot his death. There were so many ways she could choose. If she was in a good mood, she’d kill him in his sleep. Or she could get him in bed and kill him during sex, that would be quite the meal. Lust and death, her two favorite sources of food and energy. After much pondering and mental discussions, Chastisity decided on a simple approach. Head-on. She wanted to see how strong this man was, and what he did that angered the ruler of the Underworld.

Chastisity stopped in front of a decent house in a small, very dead neighborhood. She simply walked to the door, gave it a good kick with her heeled foot, and watched as it was ripped from its hinges, landing with a heavy thud on the floor in front of her. She stepped lightly over it, hands on her hips, tilting her head to one side, listening. She heard the man, in his room. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the man’s subconscious, sending a brief flash of a nightmare into his mind. A warning to check his house. Awake or not, within seconds he’d find her.

I almost feel bad for him. He has no idea he’s angered Satan. Or that he’s going to die. Oh well, life’s a bitch, and so am I. Chastisity thought in amusement as she waited for her prey. She’d enjoy dining on his life. She could sense from the door that he was strong.

[{Kraftmektig-Hauk}]

Isaac had been sleeping, haunted by his usual night terrors. He tossed and turned in his sleep. Screams and wails for mercy filled his ears. He was in the city again, the blood washed sand bringing a foul stench to his nostrils. The blackened buildings crackled and blazed with hungry fire. He was running.

Her thread of fear shot him into awareness. He bolted upright in bed, finding that his body was trembling, as always. He gripped the blankets over his waist tightly, steadying himself before tearing them away. Isaac had slept in his jeans last night, too tired to take off anything more than his shirt. He was only eighteen, the starting of his Nephilim life. The days were hard on him.

"Turn back! Run!" a small voice cried. Isaac's blue eyes found a small bug, the source of the voice. He really hated that he could understand every possible language, even those of animals and insects.

Ignoring the bug, Isaac left his bedroom. He started at the sight of a beautiful woman standing in his broken doorway.

"Can I help you?" he asked quietly. He blinked a couple times, moistening his eyes as they dried from the cooler air of the hall. He probably looked horrible, with messy hair and unwashed makeup. But he didn't mind too much. He lifted a finely manicured hand and fingered through his hair.

"Your visit's pretty untimely, lady," he grumbled, tugging on a knot in his hair. He ripped through it and finished his grooming. "As you can see, I look like total shit. What do you want?"

[Rose~Thorn]

Chastisity laughed, a loud, harsh sound almost closer to a choppy growl. She narrowed her eyes at the man. This was what Satan wanted. Some scene kid? She laughed again, taking a few seconds to calm down. When she did, the last remains of the humor she had found in this situation left by the smirk on her mouth. Like always, her rusty red eyes were untouched by emotion.

“I am so sorry for the inconvenience this must have cause for you.” she said harshly, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “How dare I interrupt your beauty sleep?”

She stalked closer to the man, heels and natural height letting her tower over the young man. Her fingers played lightly on his shoulder, her thumb stroking the dip where his shoulder met his neck. Her smirk softened into a feigned sweet smile. Her other hand resting on his leg. Screw the head-on, fair, approach, it wouldn’t hurt to soften him up before the fight.

“You’ve been a naughty boy Isaac.” she murmured, eyes probing his, very gently urging him to basically confess his sins. She couldn’t use too much mind manipulation, or he would notice, being part angel, and he could fight it. “I’ve been sent here to let you know you’re expected to accompany the ‘Big Guy’. Can you tell me what you may have done to anger him?” she asked sweetly, batting her long lashes.

Mentally, she was screaming in outrage. The last way she wanted to spend her night was flirting with some scene kid she’d have to kill anyway. She wouldn’t even be able to play with his soul. Satan had taken all of the fun out of it. She couldn’t even do her best flirting, not if she wasn’t going to be able to have any fun.

[{Kraftmektig-Hauk}]

"Well, I would like to catch up on the shitty sleep I do get," Isaac grumbled, watching her stalk forward. It was weird how tall she was.

Isaac leaned away from the hand she placed on his shoulder. He felt blood rise into his face when she spoke. He was a what?

He rocketed back when her hand touched his leg, tripping over himself and falling flat on his ass. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" he said, putting his hand up in surrender. "Look, you're pretty and all, and I would love to know what I did to upset this boss of yours, but..."

He paused, his black lined eyes going about his home. "But I would be more interested in your boss guy. I'm, uh, gay."

Isaac flicked his hands with his last word, gesturing to himself as if it should have been obvious. It should have been. How many other guys my size wear makeup? he asked himself. Unless this place was just weird enough.

The sleeping angelic self inside of Isaac stirred. It called out to him, whispering sweetly into his ear to let it out, to let it take control. Isaac forced it back down, telling it to wait. It knew that this woman was trouble, and it wanted to destroy her before she could do anything to harm him.

No! You will wait, and you will wait patiently, Isaac thought bitterly. The angelic self within him festered only for a moment longer, showing its protest. But with one final whine, it rested in Isaac's stomach, where all unease sat.

[Rose~Thorn]

Chastisity felt heat rise to her cheeks briefly, and anger sparked inside of her, but she pushed it down. Taking a deep breath, she stepped away from the kid, inwardly seething. She would enjoy killing him.

"You wouldn't like to meet my 'boss'." she told him. "He takes care of bad souls, like you. Or just souls that happen to piss him off, which I can believe you did. I am one of his assassins. He is Satan, I am a succubus. And i am going to kill you, feed off part of your soul, and then deliver the rest to Satan." 

With that warning, Chastisity lunged. Her long-fingered hand wrapped tightly around his throat, her other hand joining it to completely cut off his breathing. She smirked at him, already seeing the very faint wisps of soul seeping through his body. A warmth that spread through her body told her Satan was pleased.

[{Kraftmektig-Hauk}]

Something about what she had said - the part about this boss guy taking care of bad souls - was actually interesting. It even was a slight turn on. Huh.

Isaac felt his angelic nature spring to life as her hands wrapped around his throat. With a strained gasp, Isaac's hands flew to her wrists. His shoulder blades began to burn, as if lit torches were being pressed to his back. With a soft whine of pain, Isaac arched his back toward the woman over him. His eyes began to fill with tears. She would probably think that she was causing this pain, not the wild angelic nature within him.

Isaac suddenly threw back his head and let out a wild scream of pure agony, the sound of ripping flesh filling the room. His ebony-crossed-with-white wings burst from his back, small streams of blood dripping from their base. The angelic force that lived inside of him eagerly jumped up, and Isaac gave it some leash, throwing up one hand.

Heavenly fire ignited within his palm, burning his skin slightly. It expanded and took shape, forming a dagger within the young Nephilim's hand.

"Let me the fuck go if you don't want to lose your head," he growled menacingly, his eyes blazing with the lust to kill her.

[Rose~Thorn]

Chastisity just grinned at the young man, a sly glint in her otherwise expressionless red eyes. She released her grip and took a small, half-step back. She started at the dagger, in her mind seeing it fly out of his hand, lunging again when it did. Her arm raised, her balled fist racing toward his head. Chastisity felt a deep satisfaction as she heard the hollow thud and saw that her blow had at least dazed him. While she had a chance, she tackled him, pushing him to the ground and straddling his sides, her hands on his shoulders, fingers digging into the skin. 

"I will enjoy taking your soul and eating your flesh." she whispered to him, smiling down at him.

Her hands returned to his throat, closing her eyes, she breathed in.  She could taste the life in him already, the sweet taste of warmth and energy mixed with the subtle flavor of blood. She drew in the wisps of life, feeling her own heart's beating quicken and her veins burn. She had never tasted an angel, and this was amazing. She didn't want to give his soul to Satan...maybe she would keep it for herself.

[{Kraftmektig-Hauk}]

Isaac hissed with rage as he was disarmed. The dagger burst into flames before it could hit anything, vanishing. His eyes jumped up to her just in time for her to lunge at him. He let out a grunt as the air inside of his lungs was driven from him.

The angelic nature within Isaac roared in fury, clawing and thrashing, trying to get out. Isaac didn't want her dead, so he only let it surface a little further, the effort wearing his human self. Closing his eyes, the young man could see a long sword in his mind, its blade nimble and thin. He moved his hands up, trying to ignore the pain in his shoulders and the decreasing strength of his body, and his palms ignited with holy fire.

When he opened his eyes, his sword had driven itself through her chest - the right side - and her skin had began to smolder. He could smell the raw stench of overcooked meat. With a hard shove, he forced her back and off of him, onto her back instead. He slid onto her hips, holding his sword with skill.

"No more," he said firmly. "I avoided your heart on purpose. Now, I want answers."

[Rose~Thorn]

Chastisity let out a brief cry of pain as the blade drove, searing hot, into her skin. The pain was gone quickly, no feelings stayed with her long.

Chastisity smirked at the man above her. She didn't have much for an explanation. Satan wanted his soul for whatever reason, Chastisity was there to collect the soul and deliver it to him.

"I'm here to kill you and deliver your soul to Satan. The Devil. Ruler of the Underworld. I am one of his assassins, also a succubus type of daemon. Meaning I feed off emotions -lust and desire being the best-, life and energy, and flesh." she explained, giving him a large smile at the mention of eating flesh.

[{Kraftmektig-Hauk}]

Isaac snarled at her emphasis on explaining who Satan was, sending another burst of power through his blade, causing her flesh to peel and smolder even quicker. "I know who Morningstar is," he growled. He never referred to him as Satan or Lucifer or whatever else he was called. He was Morningstar according to many angels. "I want to know what the hell he wants with me and why he sent a slutty sadist to do the dirty work for him."

Isaac felt his angelic nature rise up again, whispering to him to just kill her; he didn't need answers. He could take on each one that came for him. He didn't care if she was a succubus or whatever. He could remember reading a comic once where a queen - who was rather slutty - had captured two succubus and ordered a boy who wasn't allowed to masturbate to wash them down. She had referred to them as "the hot bitches."

And hot they were. Literally. They looked like they were made of burning embers, their skin a rich blend of orange and red. They had horns on either side of their head, no hair, coal-like eyes, and absolutely perfect bodies. And, boy, were they lesbians! The whole while the poor boy was washing them down with a wet rag, they were either making out or sucking on each others' lady parts.

Isaac had pitied the kid, who wanted nothing more than to get rid of his sexual urges, but he just stopped reading because one, he was gay and wasn't finding it anything but stupid, and two, because it was just... well, stupid.

The woman beneath Isaac looked nothing like those beings. She looked, well, human. She was like Isaac, a human with special benefits.

[Rose~Thorn]

Chastity glared at the insolent boy. Briefly, she exposed the Daemon in her, her pupils forming the shape of a cat's, she pulled her lips back in a snarl, hissing. She was getting very annoyed with him trying to burn her.

"Ego teneo haud praeter vos super Morningstar's res vobis. Ego sum simplex hic efficio suus bidding amo is iussus." Chastisity snarled in exasperation, reverting to the Daemon's way of speaking. Latin, and using words the other race was used to, like Morningstar. Taking a deep breath, she forced her next words to come out in English, slowly and calmly.

"Now can you please just let me get this over with? Satan has some problem with you and you won't get away from it. Even if you kill my body, it will make it easier for me. I will simply posses you and let you kill yourself. Just come willingly and your soul won't even have to die. Bodies are disposable." Chastisity said.


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Translation: I know no more than you about Morningstar's business with you. I am simply here to do his bidding like he ordered.

[{Kraftmektig-Hauk}]

For once, Isaac was grateful that he could understand the language she spoke. She was nothing more than a slave for Morningstar.

Slowly, still pinning the succubus to the floor with his blade of fire, Isaac stood up from her waist. He knew that as soon as he let go of the weapon, it would vanish, allowing her wound to bleed profusely. He needed to be careful.

Quickly, Isaac's black and white wings unfurled to their full span, stirring the air around them. With one powerful pound of his heavenly appendages, he propelled himself over her, giving him a sharp head start. The fiery blade vanished in a flash of light as it slid from his fingers. His feet silently touched ground, and he took off on foot through the doorway. Adrenaline rushed through his veins, a chase bringing his angelic nature to life. It would rather fight than run, but it had grown to adapt.

"Ego mos nunquam sino vestri turpis rector habeo meus animus!" he screeched in the tongue of the deamon. "Morningstar vadum exuro intus suus moenia!"

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Translation: I will never to allow foul leader to have my soul! Morningstar shall burn within his dwelling!

[Rose~Thorn]

Chastisity shot up from the ground, ignoring her wound and running after him. She didn't bother to catch up, which she could. If she wanted she could teleport right in his path. But the thrill of the chase was enough to satisfy her for awhile. She flinched at the odd feeling of her skin finally sewing itself together, never enjoying the way it sent pinpricks of pain along the cut, the worse the injury the worse the feeling. As it finished closing, she was left with a numb feeling along the injury. 

As the bleeding was cut off and a wave of strength returned to her, Chastisity picked up her pace, until she was only a foot or so behind the young man. She sent a blast of mental negative energy at him, filling his mind with a brief nightmare. This was good practice, her worst skill was sending nightmares. Usually succubi used warm, inviting, alluring dreams and promises. She was very rusty with her dark powers.

[{Kraftmektig-Hauk}]

As the disturbing images flashed across his vision, Isaac released a bloodcurdling scream and stumbled. His wings beat furiously at the air in panic, sending Isaac forward even faster, creating space between the two once more. It was his angelic side taking over. While his human form suffered the spells she would cast, his angelic nature would remain in control.

Tears rapidly raced down Isaac's face as he watched innocents die at his hands, as his blood mixed with that of others'. There was so much blood, so much death. It scared Isaac more than anything.

He resurfaced. He could feel his angelic nature roaring in his ears to snap out of it. It was bored with running now. It wanted to fight. The nightmare flashes had Isaac thinking oddly, and he gave in, falling into his angelic nature's embrace. It held him, soothed him, stroked thin fingers through his hair, whispered sweet things to him. Isaac had given in before, remembering how it had been so easy, and it rewarded him with peace.

Isaac halted rather inhumanly and whirled around, opening his arms. With a vicious smile, he embraced her. His blue eyes had become a darker shade, almost as black as the makeup he wore. His wings wrapped around the two of them, and he envisioned a high up place where they wouldn't be disturbed.

When his wings opened, they were there. Orange rocks rested beneath their feet, a large span of earth around them. Behind the woman was a drop, one that would plummet far below, killing anything that took the fall.

"Now, my pet," he breathed in a voice that was much deeper than his own, almost seductive, "no one will disturb our play here." Still clutching her to his chest, a fire blazed in his palm, taking the form of a small knife. He placed it against her chest with a seductive smirk, drawing a fine line of blood down her chest. As he neared her dress line, he applied more pressure, tearing through the cloth with ease. He only decided to slice the first couple inches.

Stepping even closer to the succubus, Isaac's angelic self leaned his head down, brushing his lips against her neck, biting her teasingly. His knife traveled to her back and pressed against her shoulder Smiling against her neck, he began to carve her God's symbol on her back, a circle with a star in it.

[Rose~Thorn]

Chastisity drew in a deep breath, closing her eyes, as this almost new man touched her. The blade didn't hurt, and her skin healed instantly as it was sliced through, sadly that wasn't the case with her dress. The intense waves of desire and sexual arousal enveloped Chastisity, bringing with them power. She opened her mouth slightly, tasting the sweet air of lust. She already felt stronger. Just what she needed.

With a flirty chuckle, Chastisity mentally flicked the knife away from her, tossing it loftily out of his hands without the need of physical contact. She grinned at him innocently, grabbing the hand that had been holding the knife. "Oops, looks like you dropped that." she said softy, beginning to slowly bend his fingers back. She gave one last quick yank one his middle finger, listening in satisfaction for the evanescent sound of the bone snapping. When she was rewarded with that sound, she released his hand. 

"Now, why don't you let me finish my business? No need to mess around up here." she said sweetly, tapping her figures lightly on his chest. Her other hand lightly roamed up and down his thigh. If he wanted to play games, she'd play along for a little while. It was strengthening her by the minute after all, and no one said she needed to play by the rules.