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"Well go on then." Demongo hissed into Elia's ear. The creature just on the other side of the rock they hid behind grunted but paid no heed. There were hundreds of creatures here spread over several miles, so it wasn't hard to catch someone alone. What was difficult was catching a flesh-and-blood thing. Aku relied far too much on his robots.
Being this close to her master made Elia shiver. There was no longer any attraction, any spark in being here with him. She was simply an enslaved essence, nothing anymore. "It's not like it can hurt you." He whispered impatiently and nudged her a bit. She moved silently up over the rock outcropping without argument, feeling his will in her mind. The monster was roughly twenty feet tall and sat on its haunches. It had a large, thick grey head with tiny ears and beady black eyes. Its mouth was filled with rocky, rotten teeth. This thing was a pure butterball, but a good source of raw power.
Elia leapt up and jammed one of her staffs into its lower back. Cartwheel style she rolled the staff again into its bumpy neck, finally striking home by piercing one of its tiny eyes. Flicking herself across the ground with her renewed fourth arm Elia landed in a fighting position.
The beast screamed hoarsely in agony and rage. Demongo struck then, seeing his chance at that exact moment. He launched himself onto its back and straddled the creatures shoulders. The demon grabbed its ears and twisted, digging his claws deep into the sides of its head. He tore at the flesh and drew away with two fistfuls of gore. Demongo continued ripping at the creature's head until he hit bone. A skull, thick yet brittle, scraped against his claws. This was his victim's weak spot.
Elia watched in horror during the attack, whacking the beast's arms every time it reached up to remove her captor from its shoulders. She was a warrior, trained killer, but this was just brutal. The monster's face was twisting and deforming in agony. Suddenly there was an awful crack and she flinched away from a short shower of blood, bone fragments, and grey matter. Its face caved in as Demongo crushed its skull, a quick yet painful death.
The monster hit the ground with a rumbling, echoing crash. It was done. Demongo dismounted the creature's shoulders with a triumphant sigh and began his collection. This was a prize indeed, but nothing compared to what he would get.
Elia came up to him and whined from deep within her throat, bowing on one knee. "You're feeling better?"
"Yes, of course." He smiled and patted her head, leaving a smear of blood on her hood. He hooked the newest victim's skull to his chest and, with a spark, his hair came alight. The girl flinched back from the explosion of bright blue, but relaxed. He was regaining his strength, and the skulls would multiply with that.
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They walked onward towards the nucleus of the pit, where it became more like a small city than a dotted wasteland. Demongo didn't call Elia back into himself yet. She was, as his first new kill, more of a pet than anything. She tried to walk further away from him, but he pulled her back to his side via mental command.
Everything glowed unnatural orange with hosphorescence. Buildings had been made from the stone and blended perfectly with the landscape. Humans, machines, and countless other creatures bustled about. Demongo sank into the shadows and followed Elia quietly. "Why don't you find some of your... friends?" He asked. Elia nodded coldly and continued into the deeper streets, not that she had a choice. Only a few people threw glances at her, but most continued plotting and whatnot.
The air was sour with evil and yet somehow pleasant. To the inhabitants, that is. Elia sighed deeply, taking in what she once loved. One didn't exactly choose evil; you were either led to it or born with it. She had been born with it. End of story. The place where Demongo's admirers met was just off one of the center streets in a quiet district. It was not for the 'overrated' villainesses.
Despite that Elia was small change compared to the 'founders'. The strongest was probably Persephone, who stood six foot for and carried a battle ax like it was a lollipop. There were only a few total, maybe six with Elia, but they pretty much made up the fem population of this district of the city.
But they were moving on. Almost everyone had given up on him ever returning and abandoned him. That's all it was, a fun obsession. Elia sniffed indignantly, her black nose ruffling. They would rue the day.
Here was the street, and she turned into the building's walk. Elia started to press a call button to tell Persephone to let her in, but Demongo rose up. "I want to do it." He smiled childishly. She nodded and backed off, letting him press the button. A hopeful Persephone slid a little window open on the door and smiled, gasping at his appearance on her doorstep.
"Let me in, Persephone." He smiled, showing off his fangs.
Elia watched with mild interest as the woman practically melted. "Oh! Everyone else is here actually. Come in!" She unlocked several deadbolts on the door. Elia slunk in behind him, wondering how bad the carnage would be.
The five girls surrounded them both with questions. Elia never let on that she had been collected, because she couldn't. Instead of attacking instantly Demongo quietly stood by and let them shower him with school girl style love. It was good for one's self esteem.
He smiled, nodded, and answered an occasional question when a word could be fit in edgewise. His girl was in kind stupor awe at his placid attitude. Demongo wasn't the kind of demon you expected to be calm. You just kind of assumed he would be bouncing off the walls.
Finally everyone calmed down and Elia's master stood up, hands crossed in a double fist. "Excuse me." He passed right by them and into the kitchen. The girl felt it- he wanted her in there. It was time for the attack.
"Me to." She muttered under her breath and followed him. Persephone gave her a little jealous glare, but she didn't notice.
"Should I use him?" Demongo examined the creature's skull. He wasn't exactly asking her, but needed someone to direct his thoughts at. "Elia?"
Elia glanced upward, naturally begrudging. "It will make a lot of noise and destruction." She said calmly. "We should leave or do it ourselves."
"I will do it myself." He corrected. She frowned. "Smile, Elia. It's destroying my mood." He smirked. She tried a little harder and got a cracked grin. The demon snickered. "Good enough."
They shuffled through a few kitchen drawers and Elia came up with a set of knives. She was an expert thrower. "Excellent." He purred a little. Elia walked back out into the living room with one knife in each hand.
"Elia-" One girl, a big Ox-like thing, asked. She didn't finish because her friend lunged animally and buried one knife into her thick neck. Blood spurted like a high pressure jet when the girl removed it and leapt at someone else. Demongo walked out of the kitchen and carved up the girl in front of him with a tearing strike. Another singular blow and Persephone was down before she knew what happened. Blood spattered the walls and carpet. Elia and Demongo were both covered in it.
The entire five-victim massacre took all of three minutes. Elia stood, gasping needily at the air, and looked over the carnage distastefully. She didn't like it. Blood stained the carpet, which was littered with unrecognizable chunks of flesh. The ox girl, at least from the neck up, was a sinewy mess. All of Persephone's beauty was gone and she was simply a twisted and terrified doll that had been heaved across the room. She looked drowned, red hair splayed around her headdress. Elia turned away, sickened by the gore.
Demongo glanced up from his work and gave Elia a look of enclosed sympathy. "There are cleaner ways to collect." He frowned. "But I'm not strong enough yet."
"When will you be stronger?" She asked, seething.
He master snickered. "If you expect an apology, you won't get one." He went back to work. "This is simply the less cuddly side of my work. You of all people should know that."
She frowned- he was right. Until a less grisly method could be used, they had to murder his souls by hand. "Yes. I suppose I'm not used to killing in such a…" She searched for the word.
"Gruesome?" He offered. A little of that sadistic bounce was returning to his attitude.
"Yes, gruesome, way." She frowned again. "I was more of a bloodless snap of the neck person."
"I know." He stood up, finished with the girl's essences. Five more occupants in his little world.
"I wonder how they'll take it." Elia touched her fingers to her lips gently, trying not to leave a bloodstain she would taste later.
"Does it matter?" He asked, fluttering his returned cape around himself.
"No, I suppose not." She looked at her feet calmly.

Wink/Razz — Description
"Well go on then." Demongo hissed into Elia's ear. The creature just on the other side of the rock they hid behind grunted but paid no heed. There were hundreds of creatures here spread over several miles, so it wasn't hard to catch someone alone. What was difficult was catching a flesh-and-blood thing. Aku relied far too much on his robots.
Being this close to her master made Elia shiver. There was no longer any attraction, any spark in being here with him. She was simply an enslaved essence, nothing anymore. "It's not like it can hurt you." He whispered impatiently and nudged her a bit. She moved silently up over the rock outcropping without argument, feeling his will in her mind. The monster was roughly twenty feet tall and sat on its haunches. It had a large, thick grey head with tiny ears and beady black eyes. Its mouth was filled with rocky, rotten teeth. This thing was a pure butterball, but a good source of raw power.
Elia leapt up and jammed one of her staffs into its lower back. Cartwheel style she rolled the staff again into its bumpy neck, finally striking home by piercing one of its tiny eyes. Flicking herself across the ground with her renewed fourth arm Elia landed in a fighting position.
The beast screamed hoarsely in agony and rage. Demongo struck then, seeing his chance at that exact moment. He launched himself onto its back and straddled the creatures shoulders. The demon grabbed its ears and twisted, digging his claws deep into the sides of its head. He tore at the flesh and drew away with two fistfuls of gore. Demongo continued ripping at the creature's head until he hit bone. A skull, thick yet brittle, scraped against his claws. This was his victim's weak spot.
Elia watched in horror during the attack, whacking the beast's arms every time it reached up to remove her captor from its shoulders. She was a warrior, trained killer, but this was just brutal. The monster's face was twisting and deforming in agony. Suddenly there was an awful crack and she flinched away from a short shower of blood, bone fragments, and grey matter. Its face caved in as Demongo crushed its skull, a quick yet painful death.
The monster hit the ground with a rumbling, echoing crash. It was done. Demongo dismounted the creature's shoulders with a triumphant sigh and began his collection. This was a prize indeed, but nothing compared to what he would get.
Elia came up to him and whined from deep within her throat, bowing on one knee. "You're feeling better?"
"Yes, of course." He smiled and patted her head, leaving a smear of blood on her hood. He hooked the newest victim's skull to his chest and, with a spark, his hair came alight. The girl flinched back from the explosion of bright blue, but relaxed. He was regaining his strength, and the skulls would multiply with that.
****************************************
They walked onward towards the nucleus of the pit, where it became more like a small city than a dotted wasteland. Demongo didn't call Elia back into himself yet. She was, as his first new kill, more of a pet than anything. She tried to walk further away from him, but he pulled her back to his side via mental command.
Everything glowed unnatural orange with hosphorescence. Buildings had been made from the stone and blended perfectly with the landscape. Humans, machines, and countless other creatures bustled about. Demongo sank into the shadows and followed Elia quietly. "Why don't you find some of your... friends?" He asked. Elia nodded coldly and continued into the deeper streets, not that she had a choice. Only a few people threw glances at her, but most continued plotting and whatnot.
The air was sour with evil and yet somehow pleasant. To the inhabitants, that is. Elia sighed deeply, taking in what she once loved. One didn't exactly choose evil; you were either led to it or born with it. She had been born with it. End of story. The place where Demongo's admirers met was just off one of the center streets in a quiet district. It was not for the 'overrated' villainesses.
Despite that Elia was small change compared to the 'founders'. The strongest was probably Persephone, who stood six foot for and carried a battle ax like it was a lollipop. There were only a few total, maybe six with Elia, but they pretty much made up the fem population of this district of the city.
But they were moving on. Almost everyone had given up on him ever returning and abandoned him. That's all it was, a fun obsession. Elia sniffed indignantly, her black nose ruffling. They would rue the day.
Here was the street, and she turned into the building's walk. Elia started to press a call button to tell Persephone to let her in, but Demongo rose up. "I want to do it." He smiled childishly. She nodded and backed off, letting him press the button. A hopeful Persephone slid a little window open on the door and smiled, gasping at his appearance on her doorstep.
"Let me in, Persephone." He smiled, showing off his fangs.
Elia watched with mild interest as the woman practically melted. "Oh! Everyone else is here actually. Come in!" She unlocked several deadbolts on the door. Elia slunk in behind him, wondering how bad the carnage would be.
The five girls surrounded them both with questions. Elia never let on that she had been collected, because she couldn't. Instead of attacking instantly Demongo quietly stood by and let them shower him with school girl style love. It was good for one's self esteem.
He smiled, nodded, and answered an occasional question when a word could be fit in edgewise. His girl was in kind stupor awe at his placid attitude. Demongo wasn't the kind of demon you expected to be calm. You just kind of assumed he would be bouncing off the walls.
Finally everyone calmed down and Elia's master stood up, hands crossed in a double fist. "Excuse me." He passed right by them and into the kitchen. The girl felt it- he wanted her in there. It was time for the attack.
"Me to." She muttered under her breath and followed him. Persephone gave her a little jealous glare, but she didn't notice.
"Should I use him?" Demongo examined the creature's skull. He wasn't exactly asking her, but needed someone to direct his thoughts at. "Elia?"
Elia glanced upward, naturally begrudging. "It will make a lot of noise and destruction." She said calmly. "We should leave or do it ourselves."
"I will do it myself." He corrected. She frowned. "Smile, Elia. It's destroying my mood." He smirked. She tried a little harder and got a cracked grin. The demon snickered. "Good enough."
They shuffled through a few kitchen drawers and Elia came up with a set of knives. She was an expert thrower. "Excellent." He purred a little. Elia walked back out into the living room with one knife in each hand.
"Elia-" One girl, a big Ox-like thing, asked. She didn't finish because her friend lunged animally and buried one knife into her thick neck. Blood spurted like a high pressure jet when the girl removed it and leapt at someone else. Demongo walked out of the kitchen and carved up the girl in front of him with a tearing strike. Another singular blow and Persephone was down before she knew what happened. Blood spattered the walls and carpet. Elia and Demongo were both covered in it.
The entire five-victim massacre took all of three minutes. Elia stood, gasping needily at the air, and looked over the carnage distastefully. She didn't like it. Blood stained the carpet, which was littered with unrecognizable chunks of flesh. The ox girl, at least from the neck up, was a sinewy mess. All of Persephone's beauty was gone and she was simply a twisted and terrified doll that had been heaved across the room. She looked drowned, red hair splayed around her headdress. Elia turned away, sickened by the gore.
Demongo glanced up from his work and gave Elia a look of enclosed sympathy. "There are cleaner ways to collect." He frowned. "But I'm not strong enough yet."
"When will you be stronger?" She asked, seething.
He master snickered. "If you expect an apology, you won't get one." He went back to work. "This is simply the less cuddly side of my work. You of all people should know that."
She frowned- he was right. Until a less grisly method could be used, they had to murder his souls by hand. "Yes. I suppose I'm not used to killing in such a…" She searched for the word.
"Gruesome?" He offered. A little of that sadistic bounce was returning to his attitude.
"Yes, gruesome, way." She frowned again. "I was more of a bloodless snap of the neck person."
"I know." He stood up, finished with the girl's essences. Five more occupants in his little world.
"I wonder how they'll take it." Elia touched her fingers to her lips gently, trying not to leave a bloodstain she would taste later.
"Does it matter?" He asked, fluttering his returned cape around himself.
"No, I suppose not." She looked at her feet calmly.