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TRIGGER WARNING: Murder, blood and gore, sexual connotations
Another night that the elf had been out, and yet another night that they brought home some new floozy. Every time before, after loud relations and plenty of babbling praise from whoever they'd chosen for the night, the person had left in tact, no screaming. Tonight, though? After the usual rounds of 'play', there was a new sound.
Panic, then high pitched, blood curdling screams; 'Vaasa!' shouted over and over again, calls for help. ...Screams that soon died down, faded to silence.
It wasn't terribly long after that the demon's door opened of its own accord.
"Andrei...." It was as if Zaany whispered directly into his ear, despite their location sprawled bare on the bed nearby the still breathing but unaware body of a duntra lad.
Andrei had been forcing himself to ignore the proceedings. Not that he had any qualms about eavesdropping on sex, but there wasn't any part of him that cared to watch a murder. He'd been in his own room, reading, scrawling poorly drawn vultures across his skin in ash from the burning lamp at his bedside. He'd been considering getting a tattoo.
The lines however grew jagged and ugly when the hideous scream distracted him. He shut his eyes and waited. The sound shook him awake though, it was too near. He called out to the open door. "What? What do you want? Do you need a bandage, did they fight back?"
But there was simply this insistence in the air, this demand that Andrei behave, that he come when called. As if the well fed demon's will coursed through the air. But it was subtle, died away.
"Do not be insolent..." It was softly purred.
He set down his book and unrolled his sleeve, covering the crude drawing on his arm. He followed the voice to the master's chamber. "Alright." He sighed heavily. "I am here. What is it you want?" He looked at the floor, almost as if he were expecting a bloody scene, though he knew it wouldn't be.
He glanced at the victim. "Still hungry?"
"Hardly. But...I can't say I really want to get out of bed. And you're here. Take care of this."
In fact, they hadn't fed on their apprentice in quite a long time. Perhaps Andrei could blame himself for this young elf ending up a meal; a less than enthusiastic regular feed simply wasn't any fun, after all.
"I don't care what you do with it, just be intelligent about it." A brow rose, and they stared at their apprentice expectantly.
"Take care of it?" He looked over the empty vessel. It was quite clear that there wasn't anything left of the elf. Nothing except a shell. "I don't even know where to begin."
He walked up to it, touched it, picked up a limb and examined it. "Will anyone miss it?"
"One look at its clothing and I'd say not."
And Zaany rolled over onto their belly, tail twitching behind them as they watched. They stretched much like a dog, shivered, groaned...and fell right back down to the bed, rolling over onto their side.
"You fancy yourself a physician, do you not? Here is a perfectly live body for you to experiment on." That was blunt.
Andrei stared blankly at the master. "I do not 'fancy' anything. I am a physician." He hoisted the body up, a maneuver he was unfortunately used to, carrying the injured or dead from the infirmary. It was live, yes, and still warm.
There were a multitude of possibilities. Most of them wouldn't be very neat or tidy. "When they are like this, do they feel pain?"
"Nothing exists there." They chuckled. "Why don't you come back to my bed when you have finished up with that? I promise you I'm quite full."
And yet the way they watched him was incredibly predatory, anticipating his discomfort; sharp teeth showed in a thin grin.
"Good." The body was almost reverently borne out of the room. "I hope you do not mind a mess... there will be some bloodshed here." He laid the empty elf down on a table, listening to the dull pulse in its neck. "I've been looking for a decent enough body. I should be thanking you."
He found a small, sharp knife. "You are quite certain he won't feel it?" He sounded more ethical than he looked, holding open one of the elf's eyes. It wasn't immediately clear whether or not he'd stop either way.
"Just clean up after yourself. I will not stand for this place being a mess." And they finally moved to sit up, fully disappointed by their request being ignored. "Why don't you just see for yourself?"
And the door closed; again, on its own. The demon had better things to do.
"Hm." He ignored the demon. They could pout, for now. He'd make it up to them later. He gently, carefully pierced the poor spent body's eye. It drained quickly, blood and dark liquid flowed freely. The body, however, failed to react. It failed to even blink.
"Well. If there's anything left of you in there, it is very very deeply asleep." That was that. He quickly bottled up the flowing liquid, and staunched the bleeding from the ruined eye. "Don't worry about your eye. If all goes the way it's supposed to, you'll get it back." His mind raced. He wanted his notes- he had a list of particulars to test. He paced, trying to figure out what to try first, what to test first.
"This must be my birthday."
Another night that the elf had been out, and yet another night that they brought home some new floozy. Every time before, after loud relations and plenty of babbling praise from whoever they'd chosen for the night, the person had left in tact, no screaming. Tonight, though? After the usual rounds of 'play', there was a new sound.
Panic, then high pitched, blood curdling screams; 'Vaasa!' shouted over and over again, calls for help. ...Screams that soon died down, faded to silence.
It wasn't terribly long after that the demon's door opened of its own accord.
"Andrei...." It was as if Zaany whispered directly into his ear, despite their location sprawled bare on the bed nearby the still breathing but unaware body of a duntra lad.
Andrei had been forcing himself to ignore the proceedings. Not that he had any qualms about eavesdropping on sex, but there wasn't any part of him that cared to watch a murder. He'd been in his own room, reading, scrawling poorly drawn vultures across his skin in ash from the burning lamp at his bedside. He'd been considering getting a tattoo.
The lines however grew jagged and ugly when the hideous scream distracted him. He shut his eyes and waited. The sound shook him awake though, it was too near. He called out to the open door. "What? What do you want? Do you need a bandage, did they fight back?"
But there was simply this insistence in the air, this demand that Andrei behave, that he come when called. As if the well fed demon's will coursed through the air. But it was subtle, died away.
"Do not be insolent..." It was softly purred.
He set down his book and unrolled his sleeve, covering the crude drawing on his arm. He followed the voice to the master's chamber. "Alright." He sighed heavily. "I am here. What is it you want?" He looked at the floor, almost as if he were expecting a bloody scene, though he knew it wouldn't be.
He glanced at the victim. "Still hungry?"
"Hardly. But...I can't say I really want to get out of bed. And you're here. Take care of this."
In fact, they hadn't fed on their apprentice in quite a long time. Perhaps Andrei could blame himself for this young elf ending up a meal; a less than enthusiastic regular feed simply wasn't any fun, after all.
"I don't care what you do with it, just be intelligent about it." A brow rose, and they stared at their apprentice expectantly.
"Take care of it?" He looked over the empty vessel. It was quite clear that there wasn't anything left of the elf. Nothing except a shell. "I don't even know where to begin."
He walked up to it, touched it, picked up a limb and examined it. "Will anyone miss it?"
"One look at its clothing and I'd say not."
And Zaany rolled over onto their belly, tail twitching behind them as they watched. They stretched much like a dog, shivered, groaned...and fell right back down to the bed, rolling over onto their side.
"You fancy yourself a physician, do you not? Here is a perfectly live body for you to experiment on." That was blunt.
Andrei stared blankly at the master. "I do not 'fancy' anything. I am a physician." He hoisted the body up, a maneuver he was unfortunately used to, carrying the injured or dead from the infirmary. It was live, yes, and still warm.
There were a multitude of possibilities. Most of them wouldn't be very neat or tidy. "When they are like this, do they feel pain?"
"Nothing exists there." They chuckled. "Why don't you come back to my bed when you have finished up with that? I promise you I'm quite full."
And yet the way they watched him was incredibly predatory, anticipating his discomfort; sharp teeth showed in a thin grin.
"Good." The body was almost reverently borne out of the room. "I hope you do not mind a mess... there will be some bloodshed here." He laid the empty elf down on a table, listening to the dull pulse in its neck. "I've been looking for a decent enough body. I should be thanking you."
He found a small, sharp knife. "You are quite certain he won't feel it?" He sounded more ethical than he looked, holding open one of the elf's eyes. It wasn't immediately clear whether or not he'd stop either way.
"Just clean up after yourself. I will not stand for this place being a mess." And they finally moved to sit up, fully disappointed by their request being ignored. "Why don't you just see for yourself?"
And the door closed; again, on its own. The demon had better things to do.
"Hm." He ignored the demon. They could pout, for now. He'd make it up to them later. He gently, carefully pierced the poor spent body's eye. It drained quickly, blood and dark liquid flowed freely. The body, however, failed to react. It failed to even blink.
"Well. If there's anything left of you in there, it is very very deeply asleep." That was that. He quickly bottled up the flowing liquid, and staunched the bleeding from the ruined eye. "Don't worry about your eye. If all goes the way it's supposed to, you'll get it back." His mind raced. He wanted his notes- he had a list of particulars to test. He paced, trying to figure out what to try first, what to test first.
"This must be my birthday."
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