Click. The sound of his black shoes against the pavement echoed listlessly in the evening. A rattle of plastic followed. The golden king winded the chain in his hand, and carried it begrudgingly. It was all he had, sans the highstyle clothing he wore once. Nightlife in city was adequate, and the people were stronger and stranger than he’d imagine. Money was water to him. Why, Gilgamesh already found a wad of cash folded neatly in his pocket as if deliberately placed there. He fingered through the bills, criticizing its plain design and old stink. Though he had no memory of collecting it, he slipped it back in his pocket; what’s his is his.
Behind streetlamps, a lowly thief skulked from the shadows, seeing the money. Thinking the golden man was off-guard and “helpless”, he charged in like a mad bull, shakily holding a switchknife. Gilgamesh peered from the corner of his eyes, too bored to laugh. Bad entertainment, the king unhurriedly avoided the first assault, letting the thief fall flat on his face. It was time to put a dog out of its misery.
Gracefully, he parried the second, drunken attack and knocked the knife into his own hand. Panic coloured the bastard’s face, making the king all the more bored. Just thinking of the unspectacular death made him yawn. He threw the knife with truer aim and pierced his thief’s throat, who then gurgled desperately for air and died in a pool of warm blood. His own body still perfect and strong, the king took small comfort in that.
“You’ve gotten dirty.” Gilgamesh grimaced, mild irritation flashed across his visage. Speckles of blood dotted the brighter chain links. He lightly kicked at the corpse once and moved onward. Wiping the plastic chain clean, he despised the trinket all the more, but he would not have something filthy on his person. A king must always be presentable, however silly his artefacts.
“Hm?” He glanced to the side. A scurrying rat, Gilgamesh thought and disregarded whomever it was that stumbled upon the gruesome scene. It was a fair warning. But whatever wretch stood behind the king still followed furtively, a good five or so paces away. Stopping, he decided to have the good grace to glance at the mongrel’s visage.
“What an irritating presence.” Deep, ruby eyes fell on the stranger. “Did you come to beg?” The stranger had not screamed “murder” yet, so he could only assume the little lowborn was too terrified, too horrified to utter a sound. Better yet, the lowborn was of questionable origin. Delightful. Entertain me. Gilgamesh smirked, and half-heartedly swung the toy chains. “Perhaps I’ll acquire a better plaything, after all.”
Eventide had swiftly gained the favour of the red devil, the flow of people trickling into a more tolerable level. Armour clinked lightly with each step forward, the only indication that someone had been taking what seemed to be a leisurely stroll down the cemented pathway. This city reeked with the disgusting odor of familiarity, with the squeaks of rats in the drainage pipes below their feet. Scoffing in reminiscence, the least these irksome scientists could have done being to tidy up than to keep it in constant squalor.
A voice had cut through the darkness no sooner than her thoughts drifting into the blackened sky. Carmine hues lifted in the direction that it had come from, the figure of a man not too far off. Metal clanked as her right arm let the heavy sword in her grasp rest upon the ground, if only but a moment as she moved to poke the corpse beside her with the tip in inspection. Blood lingered in the air from the oozing wound, attention returning once more to the presumed murderer.
“ If you’re going to throw trash around, at least make use of the dumpsters that are scattered about. “
Simple words laced with little care, completely monotonous. Whether this man had just committed a crime or not did not seem to bring her bother, nor did the words she disregarded. Provocation would take more than labeling her as some toy or a beggar; the demon-esque knew better than anyone that she was above such pitiful naming amongst this city of lab rats.
An arm swung her King Saw loftily over one shoulder, head tilting to the side as her pale visage continued to offer him naught but apathy. “ Even then, if you’re going to kill the thing then keep it out of sight.
I’d rather not see filth cluttering the streets I walk. “
“… Doth mine eyes deceive me, or does thou accept mine offer?” Blasé optics bored upon the cognizance of the other with a careful perusal as an incredulous expression edged across her ivory visage. There was a slight scoff; a scoff of nihilism whilst golden hues perverted a downcast fixation upon the partisan. “Thou dare to look down upon mine [offer]. It is I who shall implore the query of if and if not, thou would allow thyself to dance in the deluge of such bloodshed… But ah—~”
A small pause and a mirthful smile. So long had it been since the alter had encountered such crisp enthusiasm! Had it not been for the little blue lady’s sensitivity to such a vile disease, she would’ve never thought she would revere the day she could once again, live! Live as in with her own bodice, power, vision, taste, hearing, touch! But this challenger… It was obvious that she was being satiric when commenting on the enthusiasm. A partisan who found no light in a wager of war— blasphemy! The alter could not help but laugh, laugh a jaunty tune which would’ve frozen any of her subjects stone-cold.
“Will thou be able to hold on?” She admonished with great gaiety, an eyebrow risen inquisitively. The alter was brazen enough to loom over the acceptor. Never in her life had she encountered one who would question her prowess; it was obvious the challenger had faith in her own. But ah—! So it was the blue lady’s assets had been taken away. It was such a shame; the alter loved the blade she had so happened to taint during her last encounter in the real world. That no longer mattered, she mused thoughtfully. She’d be able to improvise. Her mana supply had been stored to its maximum, after all.
“Come hither, plebeian! I shall surmise thou prowess through mine eyes! Let us dance, prance, move amongst the shadows of merriment!” The alter gloated, the tug at the end of her lips never ceasing at the moment’s pass.
With a wicked cackle she pivoted harshly against gauntlet soles, indicating an advancing move as the delicate move of her arms sent a scattering bellow of dark mass which only managed to crack the glass cases of shops and homes alike. Street lights flickered and burst— the streets darkened.
“…Hmph. It seems mine powers have doth depleted.”
She was not pleased.
Skeletal claws cracked as arm lifted leisurely, flared sleeves slipping down her arm with little care. Pale skin illuminated by the flickering bulbs above, enhancing the flaring glow of scarlet that bore into the majestic creature her menacing glance focused on. Inquisitive shifts of her visage brought forward the daemon’s intricate mindset, hip jutting as the transfer of weight placed to her left allowed the bend of her left leg effortlessly.
Ominous eyes enveloped the contaminated maiden’s aura, like a serpent’s vice grip to it’s fallen prey. Yearning for the taste of the sweet blood that journeyed just under her delicate, enchanting skin. To indulge in the succulent, sweet honey of human life… ah, a precious donation only she would grant herself privilege of claiming in the highest delectation.
Yet she would not halt her assault until every last bead was squeezed.
This meed would be hers to sup from the chalice of subjugation in the final act.
Timing was of essence against the mass that charged, the surge of her own prowess shaking her limbs in bountiful waves. Carmine wasps emitted beneath digits, a roar of untamed potency firing from her seize; a blade of shining, golden metal gleaming in the glory of blood lust resting on the blackened concrete. Body leaned back, limb oscillating one round to reciprocate as cracks bulged beneath the shattering path the other had shot in.
Vigorous explosions erupted like magma from ireful volcanoes, intercepting the bellowing substance released and washing it into nonexistence. “ … your challenge signifies nothing; I will conquer you. ”
Gauntlet shank elevated, forced to sink as sole crashed into the beton with an expeditious thrust. High-pitched screeches echoed into the darkness that consumed the ignited souls, raven furls of hair sprouting up as the streets shivered mercilessly from the pressured gusts. Fissures hurled toward the King, as if an earthquake wreaking havoc on an unsuspecting city were to strike.
Golden sparks scattered under black armor as the beast moved between each shard of rock that flew upward from her disastrous display of strength. Agile body launched like a missile, ready for the beloved blade’s metal to bite bitterly into pale flesh if the adversary did not clash back.
— it was here the battle verily began, initiated by two devils free to slaughter.
(Source: deknighted, via deknighted)
- necessary-cruelty started following you
- king—saw started following you
- cirque-du-pain started following you
♞ Oh boy… Not this place again… Lavender eyes glance at the people before her, surely hoping she had remembered them from her stay here once before. A sigh escapes her lips as her mind couldn’t register the faces before her. Either she had never encountered them, or her brain was so rusty and full of the defeat of the Impure King.
A hand reaches up and shakes her fire-themed locks, a slight huff manages its way out of her nose— Head tilting upwards to face the other victims before her. ;
“…Yo. How long you guys been here?”
A voice had sounded as she kept her place, crimson eyes looking in the direction that it hailed from. The woman’s appearance didn’t seem strange at all compared to what another might think, the bikini top and shorts being more alike from her world than other outfits that she’d seen others wearing. Whatever relevance this had or not, it didn’t seem to phase the red evil as she lazily hung her hands over the sword resting on her shoulders.
Giving a small shrug to the woman’s question, she decided to answer leisurely. “ Around eight months, I haven’t exactly kept count, however.
Why should it matter; you’re a new arrival, aren’t you? ”
Notices of disappearances had put the citizens of the city on high alert. So many people were just being eradicated, going missing… It angered the soldier. So much. This could only mean one thing:
The scientists were selective in who went home and who stayed here.
That sole fact drove the pinkette up a wall. At any moment, they could decide to pull Snow or even Serah out of this world and back into their lives. The could obviously do the same with her. But they hadn’t. Their choices of who leaves had been sporadic at best. Regardless, this gave the solider all the more determination to get out of this mess. She had been here for way too long.
The soldier continued to make her way through the streets, unaware of the red devil lurking nearby. That is, until the devil decided to rip through a streetlight with her oversized sword, which hovered mere inches from the pinkette’s face.
” It’s impolite to stare, so I’d suggest you stop before I cut your eyes out. ”
There were several inaccuracies about her claim, but the soldier laid them to rest. She remembered this woman. She nearly got killed by her. Lightning couldn’t clearly remember the battle. All she knew, however, was that she lost.
“If you must know, I wasn’t staring. You just got in my way.”
Would she encounter this woman in heated battle once more? The pinkette didn’t know. However, with the devil’s original sword back in her possession, Lightning would die if she lost again.
Well, she couldn’t let that happen.
Somehow this shouldn’t come as surprising.
This woman had been the exact one she fought quite a while back because of the way she handled her armor being stolen. Fortunately for the devil before her, the pinkette had lost the match and had to retreat. Whether she still held animosity for the situation at hand, it didn’t exactly seem to bother Gold Saw in figuring it out.
Circular eyes analyzed the woman as her arm dropped, resting the tip of her blade against the sidewalks they stood on. ” The scientists haven’t dismissed you yet?Shame. “
Not as if that were to be a harsh blow, of course; with how she worded it, many might think of it as one. Truly it was a shame for the warrior to not be freed from this imprisonment, suffering from the life she had been yanked from. From how it seemed that was more of a life than Gold Saw had been taken from, nothing she showed particular interest in other than the annoyance of not succeeding in getting around the scientist’s ridiculous scheme.
Cocking her head to the side, her face remained as emotionless as before.
” As for getting in your way, I know you could have avoided that and continued on your path just as easily, too. You’re not some weakling that likes to pick fights, so I was never in your way to begin with.
… unless you’re here to try and take me down as some sort of payback? ”
… was it really something to be focused on?
People had been disappearing as of late. Some she knew, some she didn’t — but did it really matter who the red devil had spoken with or not? Unfortunately it didn’t, not to the woman who was pondering these silly notices. Drawing her attention most was how she hadn’t disappeared not even once like some who had returned a month later.
Observing everyone was easy when you were at high altitudes, making note of faces that came and went into this city. Whatever was going on, these damn scientists weren’t helping with giving people the thought that they might have a chance to be one of those people to simply vanish.
” … tch. This is pathetic, being stuck in this worthless excuse of a city. ”
Voice muttered to herself as she turned to begin leaving, hoisting the large sword over her shoulder and walking along the sidewalk. Mind continued to mull over past thoughts, figuring out where a possible escape could be. A quiver of anger shook through her before her arm swung and sliced through a streetlight, causing it to collapse as her sword hovered inches from the face of an almost unfortunate victim.
Giving a glare, her lips pulled into an annoyed scowl.
” It’s impolite to stare, so I’d suggest you stop before I cut your eyes out. ”