Singing Freak in a bloody mess (open)

[Lamashtu]

The little wretch of a demon was dressed as a calm school girl strangely tempting to a rapist as she wore her skirt at an inappropriate length for school, but wore the usual outfit of a school girl. It was late and she at least appeared to be walking home alone. Taking a short cut through the park. It was after all a beautiful night. Oddly enough she was singing a Christmas song. Lamashtu usually sang random songs or songs that were clearly out of season.

“The child is a king, the carollers sing,
The old has passed, theres a new beginning.
Dreams of santa, dreams of snow,
Fingers numb, faces aglow.

Christmas time, mistletoe and wine
Children singing christian rhyme
With logs on the fire and gifts on the tree
A time for rejoicing in all that we see.”

While she sang she began waltzing with no one, or perhaps there was a ghost just under her fingers one that held her the way a father would in a dance between father and daughter. It didn’t take long for the man to stumble across the waltzing girl in the park she was clearly an easy target and the man wasn’t about to pass this up. He was going to have soo much fun with this little girl. The previous one was in intensive care in the hospital and police suspected that the next victim wouldn’t survive.

“A time for living, a time for believing
A time for trusting, not deceiving,
Love and laughter and joy ever after,
Ours for the taking, just follow the master.

Christmas time, mistletoe and wine
Children singing christian rhyme
With logs on the fire and gifts on the tree
A time for rejoicing in all that we see.”

While she sang the words she knew the song held a double standard for her and she knew he was following her watching and waiting for that perfect moment to strike. Cutting through the trees she would give to him that opportunity to strike and he did but he was in for a surprise. As she continued her song he wrapped his arms around her smaller body “A time for giving, a time for getting,” she didn’t scream which he thought entirely weird. Instead there was a twist in her body as her elbow was swung into his gut.

“A time for forgiving and for forgetting.” As he let her go for a moment she spun around and planted her palm under his nose but didn’t stop there was a follow through the sound of the crunch of the bone caused her to smile more than the sight of blood on her hand.“Christmas is love, christmas is peace,” She licked the blood cleaning her hand while eyeing the man.

“You Freak you broke my nose. You are going to pay for that, I’ll kill you, you little bitch. And I’ll enjoy it.” He came at her once more knife in hand prepared to stab it into her while he cut her clothing off with it. He wasn’t going to be gentle

“A time for hating and fighting to cease.” But still she continued singing calmly. But her hands moved fast they grabbed his wrist and twisted it while she continued singing. “Christmas time, mistletoe and wine, Children singing christian rhyme.” Her eyes became as dark as the night sky, the waves of blue moving through them but still that haunting voice continued singing as the man began cutting into his arms before slitting his own throat all while the young woman’s back was to him. Free of blood Lamashtu continued walking back the way she came. While singing the last two lines of the song. “With logs on the fire and gifts on the tree, A time for rejoicing in all that we see.”

[Lucifer]

Lucifer sat upon a branch of an old oak tree. He had sensed the crime before it even occurred. Such was his power. He watched the whole scene with a bemused smile, causing a tub of pop corn to appear in his right hand. he stuffed the pop corn into his mouth, watching the show. Then, as it ended the pop corn vanished again and Lucifer applauded the demoness enjoyable performance.

"Bravo!" he called, "Bravo!" he glided out of the tree, for a human they would not see his large leathery black wings, to any one slightly supernatural they would see him for what he really was. His eyes turned black as he landed before Lamashtu with a nod of his head and a gentleman's bow.

"hello Lamashtu," he grinned, "How are you?" Lucifer had known her mother, everyone had known her mother, and he had taken quite a liking to Lamashtu, she was interesting and never dull. She amused him.

[Lamashtu]

The round of applause caused her to stop singing and humming altogether. A brow lifted as she turned to face him. The decent from her perch only had those eyes return to the human iris and pupil just incase any were watching. Of course everyone knew her mother and Lucifer was one of the better looking of the fallen ones. Truly fallen and so once she scanned the given area her eyes returned to the colour of the sky with the blue snaking through it. “Lucifer...” she spoke all but too calmly for who she was being faced by him.

Her voice changed into something more hoarse, perhaps a bit more seductively or suggesting than the sing song of before. “You flatter me, here I thought you were to busy with your polished acts and your fancy free.” She then smiled rather deviously before returning to the more innocent appearance. “I am what I am and all that I am Lucifer. Not a scrape, not a scratch... but to this meeting by you there is always a catch.” She pointed her index finger at him and pouted slightly.

“Soooo.” She moved her hands rather flamboyantly one slipped to her hip that had been cocked to one side while the other rested palm up her fingers slightly curled only a couple inches from her face.

[Lucifer]

Lucifer listened and enjoyed the quirky, odd nature of Lamashtu. He folded his arms across his chest and tapped a foot, almost comically.

“I am what I am but nevertheless, a mear wandering soul looking for a mess,” His voice was like liquid velvet and he held a darkened gaze in his eyes, “I’m the kid in the candy store Babe, the master to the slave, just following my feet till opitunity i meet.”

He uncrossed his arms and pushed his fingers through his dark hair, pushing is our of his eyes.

[Lamashtu]

Again her head tilted in the other direction that it had been as she listened to his reply. Her hair fell before her eyes and one strand was caught in the skin of her forearm. As she clutched their hair between her fingers she began changing, that demonic form becoming visible. Crown of horns and all. Lifting that hand up once more she inspected the strand between her talons. Gracefully she let the strand flow into the air.

“A soul looking for a mess ye doth find, a kid in a candy store leave the angel behind. Found a demon have you, Change the light bring to death a few.” Both hands now rested on her sultry hips. For in her demonic form she held the body of a seductress without her mothers pair of wings or her tail. Her body twisted slowly much like a snake. “Opportunity have you met? Or is this a game of catch Lilith’s Pet. I maybe her blood but… I am nothing like that little slut!”

[Lucifer]

Lucifer listened to the rhyme of the demoness and rolled his eyes and shook his head. He gave a light shrug of the shoulders and let out a dramatic sigh.

"Always so angsty, any one would think you were a teenager....And you should know better than to insult your mothers name infront of me!"

He had respected Lilith, she had begun her journey into demon hood at the same time he fell. Hearing Lamashtu speak of her in such a way reminded him that she was not her mother, she was no where close to Lilith's standards.

"Don't you have to run along and play...am sure there are things you must be doing, bodies to claim and souls to steal?"

[Lamashtu]

“She thought her legacy would live on, tempting men from their lives to bed upon. I am not she and for it she resents me. Hundreds of hellspawn watched her rise and I watched her fall in that instant where she gave me all. I never asked the choice was not mine, I do not claim those things that is not my line.” Her lips curled.

“I enjoy bringing pain to those that belong in hell. Stealing souls is my mothers bell. As she beds the wretches on their evening swell. I bed none yet have them all I need no power to watch them fall. Their grace is gone their time is up and with that I drink their blood without a cup.” Lilith had become not more that a succubus when she transferred her power to the baby.

“My body burned with death untold when she crossed that path of old. When she made me hers there was no will to spare me the fire. I will speak of her as I will, for she is less than I and I her thrill. I must do nothing for I lead my own You know that above all. My dearest Lucifer. You know she bites her tongue for fear of me.” She stopped rhyming but still her voice carried that beat that her words should be rhyming.

[Lucifer]

Lucifer was listening, somewhat. He had a habit of fading out and not listening long to any other voice but his own, but he caught the basic idea of what she was saying. He blinked and teleported himself back a few paces leaning up against an old oak tree, his brow raised forming small lines beneath the wave of dark hair falling over his eyes.
“Lamashtu...you sound like a teenager, you are acting like a teenager...a deranged one...yes...But, You will not speak Ill of Lilith before me, Simple as, not need for me to explain, I am requesting this from you.”
He opened up the flood gates then, his power crashing out around him, seven foot tall leathery wings arched over his body as her pushed away from the tree. His feet burnt through the leather of his boots, treading down into the ground, the grass dying around him. His eyes began to turn, darker and darker until all was black including the whites. His skin went from pale to a dark tan, almost rust colour and an intense heat came off him. This was not some arrogant display, this was who he was, his true form and he needed to remind Lamashtu that.

“Will you follow my request? Is it too much to ask....?”

[Lamashtu]

She listened to his words and watched him change. Her rhymes all but gone as this was serious and she needed to talk with one unified mind no longer the split between power and the thing that never grew in age. “Your request is heard and I will follow it only if you ask the same of her. My mother is a mother she had me yet wept for my brothers, Gave me her power yet tried to kill me with every turn. She is the reason why I don’t frequent hell. You know better than anyone the reason why we don’t get along.”

Lamashtu’s mind was trapped in that of a child always resenting the time when her life changed. And mothers that didn’t deserve their children often found them selves in a miscarriage. “Fallen and beautiful still dear Lucifer, My elder, my lord, Prince of hell.”

She bowed to him but upon standing she too became that chilled demonic form. Lilith and Lucifer should have been opposites by appearance but now Lamashtu held that. Her skin the soft fuzz of a peach but in the shades of blue and purple. The crown of horns showing through her hair. Her feet lengthened leaving her toes to become the black cloven hoof. “You didn’t come to badger me about my respect or lack there of for my mother. We both know that so what do you want? Or are you like always passing through? Come to toy with Lilith’s pest? Her power at Lilith’s best?”

[cheshire]

“MMMMmmmmm” his nose sniffed the air “Deary me can it be the smell of freedom at last or dare I say this freedom wont last” the voice so husky almost sweet like a kind gentle grandpa though for any with ears it was hard to miss that cold, sadistic, underling tone so full of pure hatred.

He lay across the branch overlooking the two, he had found the one he sought though it wasn’t much of a task, he simply fallowed his nose the smell of death she sense of pure power though he would admit if only to him self to see the darkest of dark princes here before him as well was a bit unexpected, though surly this could be of some amusement as his wide curious gaze watched over them.

Slowly what most would consider the overpowering aroma of burning brimstone and sulfur rode slowly over such a murderous breeze. The demonic feline made no attempt to hide his presence from either his ears perked at their words, “ah, just promises, promises made in the dead of night only to broken behinds death back door” he quietly whispered to himself made?, though his eyes never left the for this moment his head nodded slowly as the words hissed off his lips” ah, to ture to ture my friendly little creep, if life is to be tortured and broken then we all must find that forsaken token” any who new him wouldn’t even come close to questioning this statement for they would no it was directed at nothing but maybe himself.

The sounds in the distance soon caught his attention his large yellow eyes narrowing in disgust as he looked out over the lights of the city, a view provided by his high perch in the tree, “the so called land of the living” he thought to him self, so long since he was here, and it hadn’t changed at all still a wasteland of flesh, desire, the disease of life, the mere thought of people disgusted him, the way the lived there pathetic existence. He shudder turning his attention back to the two below him his head tilted lightly--