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Post by Celox Caedo on January 7th 2009, 6:56 pm

A flitter of a shadow. A trick of the light? Rather the lack of it. Was it nothing? Merely a flicker of the torch brackets light across the junction of the corridor. An exasperated sigh. It had been a long night, just two hours to go. Footsteps crossed the hall steady caution, just in case. Stuff economics this place was too dimly lit. How was anyone meant to get anywhere without bouncing off the walls, the windows gave no illumination from the lunar orb held in the sky, for the celestial satellite was smothered by thick grey cloud from the snow capped mountains. Another luxuriously furnished hall awaits, just as dimly lit as the first. Labyrinthine. A chill wind raises the hairs on a muscled arm,breezes don't exist indoors, but the windows don't open. Heart beat increases, pounds in his chest there's no such thing as ghosts but the flames are swept away into darkness never the less and a dull thump carries across the floor before silence ensued once more.

A shrill scream shatters the tranquillity of dawn, the silence all but the distant cheeping of the birds interrupted by the destruction of china and the clang of a metal tray most likely silver being dropped. The servants eyes are as wide as the saucers she has just smashed, the colour vacant from her face and mouth still hanging open as if in mid shriek. Those dilated pupils roll back and the sinewy woman, slender in her body and now gaunt facial features falls forward on the the expensive rug with a squelch into the crimson stained material. Footsteps closing in on the room. Gasps as the sight that the maid beheld becomes visible, it's evident why she collapsed and white knuckles grasp the door frame for support. “ Someone alert the emperor.”

On the outskirts of the palace leans a cloaked form against it's large stone wall. The figure's right knee is flexed and the soles of their boot pressed to the surface while the left remains extended. The humanoid had their hood up but their head tilted down as if dosing with their arms crossed over their chest. Nothing is to be seen under the obsidian hood leaving the identity of the stranger a mystery but the strange loose cloak patented to look like a very large hooded top despite the fact the jet black weather beaten cloth flowed to the ankles of those boot clad feet. Were they waiting for someone? Or merely seeking shade from the bright sun that was already making its way up into the sky whilst casting a beautiful blood red haze over the land. The scapula's of the stranger did not reach against the construct meaning that something was compressed between the construct and the ominous person. A skittish female, barely ten comes running around the corner nervously. A masterful hand shoots out to grab the thin arm with a pale hand, halting her suddenly. A small yip of surprise as the stranger brings the child closer. Icy, venomous, emotionless. A bone chilling voice merely says “ I believe you have something that belongs to me.” The package was given the child released.

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Celox was laying in her hammock now, it was mid afternoon in the jungle world and a light rainstorm was currently watering her backyard, the entirety of the land. The demoness was fully conscious, staring up at the wooden ceiling, hands behind her head. Tradition could be one word for it but habit was more accurate. After every job the hybrid would reflect back on the running of whatever it was she had been paid to, whether it came under torture, murder or thievery. It was normally the case of some rich bastard not wanting to get his hands dirty. On scene there was no need to count whatever might have been the form of payment, reputation preceded the sadistic bitch and that fore warning of noted the past occurrences that involved using the same skills she was hired for back on the sly fox that thought it could escape with the chicken right under the farmers nose but unlike the shot that would be fired to cull such a thing, it was not quick. Instead a painful dose of torture awaited. If there was no kill there was no warning to give, no evidence of the punishment. No mutilation, amputation and complete obliteration of the ability to move. The act in itself normally lead to the death of a high up, competition was a killer in more ways then one.

You wouldn't have guessed that the lithe female lazily swinging in the light warm breeze coming in from the balcony was a killer. So laid back in a pair of baggy shorts and vest top,her legs hanging at the sides of the airborne bed and a non alcoholic cocktail in one hand whilst the other played with the umbrella sitting in the pink ice cream floating on top. However if you'd seen what was strapped under her shorts and underneath the hammock. Three blades in total. You could never be too cautious and undoubtedly these were the actions of someone who had reason to believe that at any point anyone could come to kill her. So the conclusion could be drawn that this person had done something horrific if in the middle of the jungle admists the wildlife both dangerous and docile on a world with only the humanoid life of the few residents there and one or two between, in a tree house perfectly positioned like a fort, high ground to see all around and a mountain not too far behind was still carrying weapons on her. For someone not of this land to go that far out of their way, trekking through dense vines,other flora and the suffocating humidity just to lay their hands on one female she must have killed a hell of a lot of people with a large bounty on her head to deserve that attention...and that she had.

To go over the night events in her head the ebony tressed female had to go back right to the beginning, analyse everything. Nothing had gone wrong, It was all to plan so why was it there was any need when she could catch up on some much needed sleep instead? So it had run smoothly. It wasn't perfect though. There was perfect and there was smoothly, anything below smoothly could result in her capture, death or location being found, it made sense that the further away from smoothly in a positive direction the less likely she was going to be imprisoned.

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It had begun when she'd gone to collect her 'mail' from her old letter box in Twilight Town. For this was where all requests went. Upon finding three parchment envelopes all bulging the demoness walked casually into her old apartment and threw herself into one of the giant beanbags onto her front and removed her shades. Randomly picking an envelope...more like the biggest one, the assassin deposited the others into the depths of her obsidian cloak for later reading. They would only prove as a distraction other wise. Slipping a dagger into the envelope and one flick of the wrist later the contents of it was laid before her including the large pieces of gold that had emptied onto the beanbag. Whipping the letter open the hybrid read the job over three times before flipping it over and scanning the map on the otherside. Rolling off and back onto her feet elegantly and picking up the coins and dropping them into a pocket that seemed to jingle and walking away. All this had taken less then five minutes as the demoness walked back out the door into the bright sunlight once more, her sunglasses securely perched back atop her nose.

Some hours later Celox found herself sitting atop the roof of her targets residency, hidden among the upper section of the roof,even in the dieing sun she was no where to be seen which was quite typical for the lithe woman, had she not been her presence undoubtedly would have to be considered highly suspicious. Thorough scouting had been done across the complex, mental note of the security changes, building layout and targets quarters. This would be done in the dark, very early in the morning so memorisation was key when insufficient light was involved. Several hours later it would begin.

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In silence she dropped into the courtyard. Soft boots muffling any fractional sounds that might arise in the unlikely event she misjudged the distance. The only light in the courtyard came from the lanterns that swung in the breeze their flames dancing, threatening to extinguish themselves if the paper hadn't guarded them. With what little light there was Celox backed up against a crimson pillar , hooded or not the footfalls of the nearby sentient registered easily with her ears. They paused...as if hesitating, looking out over the water of the koi pond and a orange and white fish surfaced nibbling at a nearby reed surrounding the step like waterfalls up to a small model temple. A gruff sigh marked the return of the armoured man's slightly metallic movements. After second or so soundless steps crossed the walkway and with a gentle creak as slender body slipped between the large blood red and ebony double doors and into the cavernous hall.

Long and thin was the room. Pillars of the same likeness of those outside lined the walls proving immensely useful in her discreet ascent on the next corridor. Smoothly Celox darted through the shadows blending perfectly with them in her attire but suddenly she halted, the bumps on top of her hood flickering before zipping behind one of the colossal cylinders with her back pressed to the varnished wood. Footsteps. Clinking of armour. Definably another guard and coming closer from where she was headed. Slow methodical footfalls softened by the red carpet that flowed down every hall and corridor upon the pitch black floor. Then they stopped and resounding ring of a blade exiting a sheath followed.

The swish of sharp metal cutting through the air could be heard throughout the grand hall. A grunt followed by several metallic movements lead the dark figure hidden in the shadows to believe he was practising. Too close for comfort though. Way too close for comfort. For a split second the assassin had truly thought that the man had found her. The idea itself was quite dellusion, having blended fully into the shadows. He would have had to have been some kind of wolf demon to smell her presence there, even lycan but both species were quite rare across the worlds in this day and age. Never less the demoness listened in silence as the guard practised his combo, moving across the hall as he did so and accompanied by many a weird noise with each thrust of his katana. Internally the hybrid was laughing her ass off. She was tempted just to kill for the damn hilarity prospect but no, that wasn't in the plan and killing someone off in the busiest hall was not the smartest of moves. Instead the lithe woman would have to be patient...not for too long just until the idiotic guard prancing about with his blade like a windmill was in the corridor opposite.

Within a fleeting second the shadow of the female mercenary had flickered across the hall and into the side corridor. Into the light and back into the shadows of the dancing torch light. Silent as a ghost she crept. Flitting between the brackets of shifting light and the patches of abyss the cast as a consequence. Before held the first junction. The gate into the labyrinthine passages to her target's sleeping quarters. Inwardly she smirked at the idea of tieing a piece of string to a nearby plant and
keeping a hold of it as she progressed just in case she got lost. Quickly the thought was quashed as the seriousness this occupation needed quickly settled in plus the demoness had memorised the map before she had entered the compound. Bat like ears flickered briefly. It would do well to linger long in one place. No approaching footsteps it was safe to proceed. Through twists and turns. Corridor after corridor. Guard after guard. The final passages approached.

The next sentries would need to be killed. No point having distractions and potential mishaps walking around. Better safe then sorry. First things first though. Getting his attention. The demoness has extinguished the torches. A corridor of immense darkness now only lies beyond the reach of the light emitted from the lamp ahead. No light. No security. Just fear of the unknown for those who could dare gaze upon it. In that abyss lies the predator herself. In wait. The weaving of a web. A trap has begun. A quick run across the hall leaves her on the opposite side, silent as a ghost before the well muscled guard turns the into her trap. A struggle she cannot afford. His stature is too big, his form too strong but speed is on her side and the skills of a world renowned assassin. Another flitter of movement through the shadows. Enough to catch attention but not enough to reveal a body. Just motion. Fast. She had him. The pounding of his heart as he approached. The demoness could hear it over his unsteady footsteps, hesitant and slow across the carpet. His armor well polished. The joints well oiled. Barely a creak. Then she struck...

Same shit, different day.


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Post by Celox Caedo on January 7th 2009, 7:11 pm

A flickering of a bare light bulb, the gentle creak of the rubber casing of the wires shifting under the sway of gravity, like a pendulum it swung back and forth casting sinister shadows across the grim room. Angry footsteps. Slam! Even the door quivered in fear after the force of the blow. Rather what was left of a door. The crunch of splintered wood. Then those eyes, crimson, cat like, evil. A great maw flecked with blood of an unknown source and a pair of fangs even the devil himself would envy.
“Father?”

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Damp, but with what? A coppery scent hanging heavy in the air. Unable to open her right eye. A gasp. Blood everywhere. That deathly stench. Alone. Tenderness focussed around the back of the head, it feels sticky, wet...blood no doubt. Tears? No tears don't flow from your cheeks, a gash weeping its life giving liquid in a trailing down a cheek instead. It hurts. Really hurts. Shifting through the butchered remains. No artificial light this time, only the full moon, it makes its appearance through the broken window. Glass, the glass would show the extent of the damage. Glistening bone - a cheek bone to be exact. The reflection's complexion is ruby like, wet and black in some places. A hesitant touch, a whimper, withdrawn. No tears yet. Dizzy. Woozy. Darkness.

Tangled in her blanket she awoke, damp from sweat, her breathing heavy and her heart racing as the ruler of the jungle world shot up suddenly in her hammock, shaking hands gripped the material tightly as it swung unsteadily. Celox shifted all her weight onto her arms attempting to regain her composure,cupping her chin with those callused hands and attempting to make sense of those images and the large amount of blood. No human would survive that amount of blood loss and the tattered remains of what was once a body, was it human or animal? This shaking , was it weakness? She wouldn't stand for it but the aching in the roof of her mouth was normal but never normally this strong and those dreams. The familiarity. Were they memories? The teen gingerly stroked the long scar that resided over her cheek bone and almost as it burned on contact she drew her hand back before running her skilful fingers through the long ebony hair that fallen before her eyes. A sigh passed over her lips, escaping from her lungs whilst she swung her toned legs to each side so she was semi straddling the hammock. The gunblades that were strapped to the sides of the material rubbed across her thighs as she moved, her brows knitted into a frown as she pondered the source of those memories if that truly was what they were. Celox's left leg came over to meet the other before she hopped off the bunk, a small hollow noise resonated about the wooden structure as she landed. No need to be stealthy here in her own home, on a world with sparse human life and residence to a demoness incapable of sympathising or truly remembering anything prior to her dishevelled arrival in Twilight town nearly eight years ago.

The light padding of feminine feet crossed the wooden floor, bare feet against what was once a living part of the jungle now a barrier preventing gravity from doing it's worst. No clink of metal, only the gentle brushing of light cloth against skin as the hybrid moved into a separate room where smooth stones collected from the bed of the river served as tiles, flat and impermeable, protecting the wood beneath. Wears gone the demoness twisted the rectangular wood on the wall, part of a mechanism that released the water above, collected from the rain and warmed in the humidity. Stepping forward she entered the path of the aqueous substance, diverting its course to cascade instead down her naked back, to ease the ache of her muscles, knotted and strained from the assassination from the day before and caress those scars. Too many to count, to recall as the main body of them trailed down her spine but the two down her scapula, her shoulder blades a tracing of the lateral border to the inferior angle were some what of a mystery. Unlike the other evidence of her demon form they were not smooth marks as they should have been, not accurate to the protrusions that were first of the osteogenesis, where the wing would then form as an extension of the scapula. Instead they appeared to have almost torn through, the edges weren't clean rather ripped when seen close up but there were no memories to back up these accusatory scars. Three pairs of slashes were revealed as the water washed some kind of white substance away, these scars wound round through her seventh, eighth and ninth intercostal spaces and met an inch apart from their sister scars on the opposite side of her vertebral column. Another mark with no known history. Usually hidden by make up due to the nature of them. Many other scars littered her body but she knew the story behind each and everyone of those, proof of her 'growing up', her battles and her mistakes. They were apart of her, her body like a story book full of tales containing nowt but blood and violence.

The water was refreshing as it cleansed her body and mind. The fragments of the images that had assaulted her mind were flowing away as if carried upon the liquid itself. Just the unsolved questions remained. Sure she'd been killing for years now and none of that had effected her hell she'd ended the life of a stranger only yesterday but these images, memories, nightmares whatever they were haunted her sleep. Was their such a thing as karma? Or were they merely the gap in her memory that had equally haunted her waking moments along with the nagging lusts acheing of her canines made killing a beautifully perverse distraction. The demoness sighed, only in her own home could she be this vulnerable. Weaponless and armorless in this simple daily habit.

A low rumbling noise was rising in the jungle below, nearly lost in the sound made by the water hitting the surface of the rocks. Wet ears twitched, jerking the female from her thoughts as the vibrations in the floor confirmed her suspicions that something was most definably wrong. As the shaking grew stronger the demoness made a dash for the water control mechanism. Just the right time for something like this to happen. The hybrids foot slid along the surface of the final stone, the other struggled to find security and with no balance her slender body toppled back and with a loud smack her head hit the floor. Once again darkness ensued.

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Screams. Blood curdling and bone shuddering screams. Choked sobs and whimpers. Distorted begging. A cut off scream followed by a muffled bang. A sore cheek, hand print shaped burning and swollen lips. Back against the wall, potential bruising, brick work crumbling and piercing headache.
Shifting forward as the world spins around her, barely supporting herself with trembling arms as she staggers to her feet grasping at the wall behind to catch herself as her ribs scream with each breath. Her knees are shaking, thin legs bare for a pair of baggy shorts, torn and damp as the frail girl waits for the world to still lest she fall into darkness again. Another scream pierces the thick air causing pale, tender fingers to grasp at the owner's ears as the noise pierces her senses like a knife, pain ripping through her head and that in her palms paling in comparison, shards of glass embedded there and freely bleeding blood soaking her ears aswell. Not that it really matters, there is blood everywhere. Still trickling down a cheek, along the porcelain jaw marred by a large haematoma and flecked with crimson. There are puddles around the destroyed room, water? Not likely. Crunches with each unsteady painfilled step, suspiciously like bone but with a fleshy cushioning. With the one eye still working fear wins out, it stared ahead unable to bring itself to look into the dark, down into the mess or again to the path of moon light a large patch of wall missing reveals and what lies in it.

Darkness, both eyes are closed. One lacerated arm wrapped around broken ribs.Bangs and muffled cries can be heard in the distance and tears threaten to cascade down a blood soaked cheek. What nightmare is this? Hesitation is a mistake. A flash of colour and splintered wood sounds. Images appears in the mind of the individual half slitted and fuzzy in places, a body convulsing, chest cavity caved in, splintered ribs sticking up through the flesh, strings of muscle hanging from an exposed and bloody pelvis, vertebrae glistening in the moon light. Lower limbs are no where to be found...in one piece, a suspiciously sesamoid looking bone is embedded into whats left of the external wall but theres is blood dripping from the ceiling. An unrecognisable shape is barely attached to the exposed cervical vertebrae, a crunching noise with each weakening spasm. The one seeing eye shoots open in horror, a single tear seeping into the searing wound, stinging but unnoticed.

Gravity wins. Crunching, squelching and a look of utmost mental pain, stares deep into the scarlet puddle the figure has fallen to their knees in. Glass persists in nagging, nerves firing but ignored, pressed deep but the only support left. This pool is illuminated. A mop of soaked hair hanging down , blood adds to the puddle, dripping noise lost in the insanity of the situation. Why? Mouth agape in a silent scream. Death is thick in the air, blood heavy in the nostrils an overpowering stench just keeping her conscious. Limbs burn, barely able to stay straight, so easy it would be to just let go. Unrecognisable is the reflection, a dead stare, lost, soulless. Eyes dull, like no emotion ever existed, only pain remains as the mental torture, the strife internally ceases. Locked...


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A large sigh was heavily expressed, exhaled from the athletic lungs of the pale female. Chest heaving briefly outward despite the skin fitting nylon material that clung to her form, black as the approaching night and tracing her lithe abdomen to just above her belly button. A pair of baggy shorts equally as dark adorned her slender thighs, atop which Atra one of her gun blades rested with a polish cloth underneath indicating what the demoness had tried to occupy herself with prior. Things weren't particularly well at the moment but they had left her here, swinging in one of the hammocks on the wooden balcony. There was no cocktail in her hand like there would normally be, a peachy yellow liquid with a brightly coloured umbrella whirling around the glass, instead the calloused, blood stained fingers of her right hand toyed with the lengths of soft ebony hair held between them whilst deep in thought. The long masterful digits, tarnished in crimson, dry now but none the less still evidentially pointing out her sins. Distraction and followed imperfection nearly costing her her culprit and potentially her life however the culprit that was now hanging opposite her, slitted pupils boring into the limp figure, hands bound high above his head, boot caps barely brushing the wooden floorboards as the length of rope suspended him from a large, thick branch above him.

The would be assassin had not awoken yet, his long blood matted hair falling heavily over lidded eyes, form slightly leaned forward in it's suspension. The man had chinese definitive features, only emphasised by the Emperors Guard uniform he wore. The hybrid need not ask where his allegiance or employers lay, it was fairly clear from his attire though sleeker and lighter, obviously meant for stealth rather than defense that had not helped him though. Haematoma s where already emerging under the hair, a gash over the forehead that had stopped weeping some hours ago, a stringent trickle of blood still following his defined cheek bones. A large laceration traced down his thigh, bandaged with what had been crimson gauze, now it was more of a brownish red colour of dried blood. Celox could easily have killed him by now, that wasn't how she worked on a normal basis...where her job wasn't concerned, she had her own sense of honor. Never slay the sleeping. Of course she had had to knock him out, to deal with him when he woke which was why she was sitting here in the hammock, dieing sunlight filtering through the layer of canopy above, lighting the area sufficiently because of the clearing to the right. A fiery, passionate orange skyline viewable as the sun began to set whilst she waited for him to ruse from his unconsciousness, deep in thought about the situation that had played out hours before occasionally broken by a cold glare in his direction as she watched his steady breathing cause his chest to rise and fall.

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Memories were hazy, fragmented portions of dreams slipping and out of her grasp like trying to catch water but when the female had closed her occuli, the images were there as if burned onto her eyelids only matched in ferocity by the angry throbbing coming from the back of her head. Awoken to the sound of cascading water, warm liquid surrounding the underside of her body, whist her toned stomach feeling the spray, back in the shower room, porcelain skin glistening, still wet from before what? And slowly it came back, the rumbling and the loosing of her footing. Carefully the bare female sat up, not too fast lest the headache beginning to assault her temples be aggravated but enough to be able to lean on her knees and pause to process what had happened with a shiver. The female would get a chill if she wasn't careful despite the heat of the day. Still supporting herself with her arm Celox brought the other back to brush her fingers gingerly across the tender area of flesh where undoubtedly she had come in contact with the floor and as such the succubus flinched to find a lump where the tissue had swollen followed by a curse breaking forth past her lips. Steadily she rose, completely cautious not to slip again as the woman crossed the remaining distance to the mechanism and closed it off, surprised there was any water left.

Towelling herself down the demoness's senses were recovering, pausing in her administrations now down to her calves as she brushed her damp hair straight, fluffy ebony towel...white was a nightmare to get bloodstains out of...poised as her sensitive ears flickered...something was wrong. It was way too quiet. Hastily drying the rest of her slender body the hybrid padded quickly out into her bedroom to find a dagger streaming towards her, rolling to one side to narrowly avoid the arcing blade and inciting and pang of pain straight through her head with the movement, unsteadily hopping back to avoid another slash, aimed at her chest this time. One hand clutched a towel to her body, the other reflexively going for the dagger usually at her thigh before remembering taking it off to shower. Cursing under her breath the scantily clad woman sprinted, sliding under the hammock to the other side where her blades were, wet hair slicked to her naked shoulders as she only had time to grasp one dagger. Close proximity fights were not her forte, let alone when one hand was determined to keep her dignity the other there to fiercely defend the first of the oncoming slashes with a clang of metal and a spark as each metal grated against the other. Celox was the first to release, knowing her own limits.

Something needed to be done and quick. Her opponent was fast, not the strongest in the world but definably stronger then her not to mention was dressed, armed and capable of using both hands without flashing their opponent. The assassin of assassin was most definably not used to a situation where she was severely disadvantaged, this needed to end quickly. The agile male struck out again with both daggers, forcing the female to defend with the blade in her right hand and duck into a brief crouch which manoeuvred into a sweep to avoid the second slash aimed at her throat. The lower attack caught him off guard but left her back against the wall, taking out one leg causing the man to jerk back onto his other foot non too fluidly and ruining his rhythm,giving the unclothed female a chance to lash out, flicking her wrist to cast his blade to one side above her and scoring her dagger down his right quadricep with and downward stab and drag successfully damaging his movement capabilities and sending a spray of blood as the silver elongated knife was wrenched from the torn flesh, the owner hissing pain and aiming the second of his daggers at the crouched individual below him, furious and enraged beyond what his training had taught he made a reckless move, power coming from the wound she had given him. A man of his ability and status and by a woman no less. His remaining blade came down with such a force Celox immediately recognised as something she would not succeed in fighting off completely. With both blades cutting through the air swiftly and no where to roll back to the disadvantaged hunter, now the hunted had little time let alone flexibility to make a move. Reflexively her defending blade shot towards the most dangerous of attacks, the strongest that would cause the most damage if it penetrated her tissue.

A clank of metal sounded as a length of steel hit the wall to the right of the two fighters. A groan was released, accompanied by another thud as a blade penetrated something heavy and a choked femine whine was forced from the lungs of the dark haired individual. Blood began to seep into the dropped, obsidian towel fairly quickly previous dropped and the coppery stench of bodily fluids arose to a definitive saturation combined with that of the males previous injury, dripping down the left forearm, contrasting heavily with the porcelain skin, pale as snow. Both forms collapsed back followed by another ring of metal resonating upon a hard surface, both were bleeding, one spread-eagled, eyes closed dark hair matted with blood, framing the face of the individual messily as they lay unconscious upon the wooden floor...

Celox let out a sigh of relief, wincing as she rested her pounding head against the boards that made up the wall behind her as the damp strands of long ebony hair hung down over the aqueous eyes of the demon. Orbs that were like ice, cold, glacial. Slitted pupils and a look to send shivers down the spine of anyone who dared look into the gaze of the naked figure. They revealed nothing of the conflict behind them. Merely pure nothingness. She didn't dare close her eyes lest she be haunted by the images though , burned into her mind previously by such nightmares. Not another moment of weakness. The strife that had just taken form had finished, her opponent in a crumpled heap on the floor. A strike, lightning fast to his forehead, a kick powerful enough to knock him out even bare footed. Sure it would leave her bruised but it had ended but not unscathed. Defending herself against the least powerful blow had required her to take a hold of the incoming blade gripping it and rupturing all the vessels as it sank deep into the tissues of her palm. Now It bled freely, hand resting atop the abandoned towel, it's owner taking the time to breathe, examining the other hand for injuries, his attack had knocked the dagger straight from her grip as she had expected leaving it sore from the impact, Celox however had angled it particularly so even if she had been unarmed the force of the blow would be directed alongside her arm instead of through it giving her the time to take advantage of the exposure he had let himself into as her unknown assailant and knock him out with a swift kick to the head. Maybe finally now the malevolent succubus could finally get dressed...


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Post by Riko Hikari on January 8th 2009, 8:26 pm

This is really good. I really like your descriptive ability...though I did find a few grammatical errors...not trying to offend, just saying...good job overall, keep up the good work. :D

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Post by Celox Caedo on January 9th 2009, 10:10 am

I don't give a damn about grammatical errors, this isn't something ment to be published properly on any net just writing really. I would have checked it otherwise.

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Post by Riko Hikari on January 9th 2009, 9:19 pm

Sorry, I meant no offense but, it's still very good...will you make another chapter?

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Post by Celox Caedo on January 10th 2009, 2:14 pm

Hmm i havent got anything to do right now, maybe i'll start it.

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Post by Celox Caedo on December 19th 2010, 6:06 pm

Blood, blood, blood. Why did everything have to involve blood and now all over her panelled floor. Thank hell they were varnished or it would have stained horribly. The room wreaked of it and with it the dull ache of pain that usually would have been dominant in her canines was now running down her right forearm and in the palm of her left hand...The cut was down to the bone and stung like hell even after a potion , had the mercenary not have had quite the experience in the matter then it would have been more troublesome. Her demonic heritage would aid in the healing process but it would still be a day or two before the hybrid would be wielding a blade in that hand again.

Night had fallen little hours ago and the silver orb that was the moon was high in the sky despite being on its way to descent. The lanterns burning brightly about the wooden structure still dancing about their wicks in the gentle breeze, a refreshing relief to the humid jungle night, even above the treetops as Celox finished wrapping a blood red box placed on a workbench, tieing a neat black ribbon for added touch. A tag was then set about the present, the writing within the same crimson as the box itself, reading;
“ Just a little thank you present on behalf of your gift.”
Nevertheless the woman moved over to the wooden balcony of the treehouse and let out a shrill whistle into the night before gazing up at the moon lost in thought.


The demoness was idly throwing knives at a board on the other side of the vast tree house when a low groan notified her that her captor was awake, the creaking of wood and the curses that followed however indicated that he was now aware of his situation and attempting to free himself. Celox didn't stop lobbing the seeming endless supply of knives in the bedside table even as the would-be assassin struggled harder to worm out of the binds, withdrawing one and throwing it at the rope hoisting him up. The man dropped, hoping to land on his feet but was sadly denied as, as soon as his entire weight was on them his knees gave way.

“ Sorry forgot to tell you, I cut your achileas tendons. The numbing agent should wear off soon, then you'll be able to feel it.”

The demoness said casually, hearing him hit the floor with a thump, voicing it as if merely forgetting to pass on a message rather then notify the guy he'd never be able to walk again till that was fixed. A string of what she recognised to be chinese curses directed at her followed. Recognising the words 'bitch', 'psychotic whore' and a whole lot of threats continuing for some time.i

“ Are you quite finished yet?”

Celox sighed. Throwing another knife where his bound hands were about to be placed as he tried to haul himself across the floor,reopening the wound on his thigh and ended up with the knife pinning his left hand to the wooden floor board causing the man to hiss in pain. Yet the demoness still was laying in her hammock, swinging from side to side quite happily even as the emperors little minion threw back the bloodied knife, well for someone with both hands bound, aiming for her head but to his dismay the female snatched it out of the air with little effort. The hybrids' tongue in response slid down the flat of the blade and licked the crimson liquid from the surface with her gaze still focused at the other end of the room where the board now depicted a smiley in knives. Happy with her handiwork the porcelain skinned woman hopped out of the hammock landing gingerly on her right foot...now showing bruising where she'd kicked him out of consciousness with her bare feet. Still feeling quite at ease in her own home despite his surprise attack, the mercenary wandered over to the kitchen, past her captive as it seemed he'd stopped his futile attempt to drag himself away and instead glared at her from where he lent with his back propped against the wall panting.

The turquoise eyed woman, busied herself in the second solar powered fridge, the clinking of glass the only clue to what the hell she was doing with only her short clad ass and legs visible from where the man tried to recover against the wall. Though her torso was heavily scarred, visible as the athletic woman straightened up and procured 3 vials with different coloured liquids inside and the knife held between her teeth, her legs were unscathed. Her captor held his gaze upon the toned demoness, unwavering in his focus, watching and waiting for her next move, lingering on the two scars on her stomach, one barely a scratch and the other fairly faint compared to those he'd seen down her back as she'd past him. He held no sympathy for her but whatever had caused such damage to her tissue had clearly ment to kill her, this hybrid was a lot more trouble than they had briefed her to be he pondered as she spat her knife into her left hand.

“ Now let's see. We can do this the easy way, you tell me what I want to know and I kill you quickly...or we can do this the fun way, I get to feed, you get to find out what these liquids do and then you get to suffer some more. Either way, i'm hungry.”

“ First off, your name?”

Celox stated, popping the vials down her tank top and into her bra as she crouched in front of the lackey flashing her acheing elongated canines with a smirk. Taking the dagger into her good right hand and waving it playfully around, waiting for his response.

“ Fuck you!” The man spat at her. Earning himself a slash across his right cheek had the words barely left his mouth.

“Fun way it is then.” She responded. Shocking the young man by sliding into his lap, straddling him whilst pinning his bound hands above him before he could even recover from the unexpected motion. The demoness' left hand kept him in that position, the right using the knife to slice through the black shirt and the flesh beneath her captive had been wearing under his armour, the armour of which had been long since removed. The blade hadn't dug deep into his skin, enough to make him bleed again as the lucrative woman had left his chest open by the time she'd finished, trying to pull his hands from her grasp but he was weak, from blood loss or something she may have drugged him with. However again the blade was between her lips, his blood smeared across her tongue.

“ Mmm. How tasty you are...”

“ Get off me bit...ch. Ah”

Displeased with his response the demoness had wrenched back his head by the long dark hair that adorned it, exposing his neck and closing her jaws, her ivory canines digging deep into his flesh without another moments hesitation. Bliss. Ecstasy to quell that ache, warm blood rushing into her mouth as she pulled out her canines ever so slightly instead of ripping out his throat completely as the man frantically struggled to throw her off.

“Chen!”

With a whine the sadistic woman pulled back, releasing his head, her lips stained with blood and pouted at his co-operation. Lips licked clean and eyes focussed on the blood gently trickling down his neck. With a sigh the playful hybrid rolled her eyes and replied.

“Who, what, how much?”

“ Emperor. Your ears and eyes. Enough for me to never work again.”
He frantically gasped. However she was upon him again in seconds and rather disgruntled at having to end her little toy the both pairs of canines entered his neck this time and with the wrench of ripping flesh and splash of hot blood the demoness ripped out his jugula and indulged in the adrenaline laced liquid drug that spilled forth in a spurting pattern matching his heart beat. There the blood thirsty hybrid stayed, gorging on his life fluids until they had slowed to a trickle no longer creating such a mess.

Grumpy the mercenary sliced the man's ears off without hesitation, flinging the dagger across the room and embedding it in the wall before elongating the fingers of her right hand to clawsand plunging them rather aptly and precisely into the sockets of the corpses eyes and plucking the pair out rather cleanly despite the horror of the act. Well they'd wanted a pair of eyes and ears and so she'd give them to them...perhaps not the ones they wanted though...

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