OH WELL IT WAS READABLE AND THE INTENT WAS WHAT MATTERED. The little demon held out his hand and once Ed took it, a bolt of green energy would spark between them. Ed's wing lurched itself back into shape, his bones mending, even his scars and scratches healing. And, as promised, his hypnotic abilities were siphoned away. Roman winced but only for a moment. Somehow he'd been afraid that making a deal with a monster somehow wouldn't count or might backfire on him, but the ashy smell that hung in the air was a sign of a deal well done!
Ed doesn't hesitate in taking Roman's hand, but the flash of green makes him startle a little. The sudden lurch of bones moving and shifting was both familiar and not, the pain of the rearrangement oddly muted in a way Ed isn't used to in the slightest. He watches his wing knit together with a morbid fascination, and once it's done spreads them wide with a grin.
"Goddamn, that's a hell of a thing, isn't it? Good as new!" He didn't think anything of the faint sense of something lost--he knew exactly what it was, and if the musical talent had gotten yanked out with the rest he wouldn't be broken up over it. Ed folds his wings back up properly and grins at the demon. "So, deal done, right?"
Roman had to admit that even though doing bad was waaaay easier than doing good...doing good still felt, well, good sometimes. He couldn't keep himself from grinning as Ed flexed his repaired wings.
"S'right! Hey, now that you aren't in excruciating pain, how about you t-tell me just what the hell happened to you..."
"What, the whole monster deal?" Ed chuckles and shrugs. "One of the gods in the last world I was in has been kidnapping people from other worlds to turn into it's unwilling servants. Snatched us up, infected us with some thing or other, and after a month living there we turn into cannibalistic freaks."
He frowns and scratches the back of his neck--god, it itches like hell when it's growing in back there! "Everyone is a little different, but there were some broad ways that we could categorize people. Mers, kelpies, gargoyles...fuckin nymphs, too." Forever salty, this one.
Ed frowns and shrugs--he kind of expected him to get hung up on that. At least talking to so many newbies has helped him figure out the easier ways to phrase the whole mess. "It's part of the infection that causes this. Every monster has to consume humans in some way or else they start going feral. I'm one of the lucky ones; I just need flesh so I can graverob and not actually have to hurt anyone."
Edward blinks, surprised, though he guesses he shouldn't be. If Roman could take one part of his monsterness, it stands to reason he could take other parts of it as well. And while it is tempting, he can't help but wonder if that would be too easy. Not even just from Roman's part in the deal, but he doesn't know how far the Fog God's influence extends. He's still a monster here, and the cannibalism deal is the biggest part of what ties everyone to the thing. For all he knows, trying to get rid of that would have some other horrible bullshit brought down right onto his head.
Sighing, Ed rubs his neck and shrugs. "...I'll have to think about it. I don't know what else I would be willing to part with that would be a fair trade for that. Nothing against you, there's just a pretty good precedent of getting fucked over when we tried to worm our way out of the crappy shit."
"Weeeell, offer's still there. Just sayin'. But...just don't start getting any ideas about me. I t-taste terrible." His ears stood up as a shriek echoed from somewhere on the school grounds. The little demon's grin returned.
"Hey, now that you're patched up...wanna help me out with something?"
"Tonight's a holiday, right? Stories about ghosts and ghouls and devils are pretty popular right now. I happen t-to know there's a group of highschoolers in this very library trying to summon a spirit."
He turned and faced the empty parking lot, the forked tip of his tail twitching with excitement.
"I say we give 'em what they're asking for...and steal their candy."
Stacy Suggs was the most popular girl in school and for this reason and this reason alone, Brent, Toby, Charity, and Megan were going to summon a demon to take her down a peg. The teens were gathered around a mass-produced talking board from Matel. There were bags of candy, there were drinks, one of them even had a walkman playing spooky static while they said the chant.
Or rather while Toby said the chant. Brent and Charity were trying to eat each others faces and Megan was high as fuck and trying to find some kind of deep meaning in her social sciences book.
Roman scuttled along the balcony railing like a warf rat, his yellow eyes gleaming in the dark. He paused, scurried, paused, then waved for Ed to follow with his tail. The kids were below them.
Ed tries, but he's not nearly so stealthy as Roman. Even with the care he takes with his steps they still clack over-loudly in the relative quiet of the library, and he grimaces once he's made it over to where the tiny demon is perched.
He frowns down at the gaggle of kids, peering at the spirit board with the look of a long-hardened skeptic. Really, they thought something like that could summon something here? Turning to Roman, he keeps his voice low so only they can hear. "So what's the plan? Fly on down and start yelling about owning their souls or something?"
"You got it. We have to wait until the perfect moment."
He reached out a hand and waved it. The battery-powered lantern that Toby had been thoughtful enough to bring fizzled, popped, and went out, plunging the library into darkness. Everybody but Megan screamed.
you wait so long and this is what i have to give. ten lashes for me.
Ed jumps a little when the light bulb pops, but he can't help his grin when the kids start freaking out. Wings spreading a little, he lets out a deep, throaty chuckle for extra effect--just in case they're listening, you know.
Roman glanced over at Ed, an even bigger grin on his face. This guy was a natural! He didn't even need a cue. Brent and Charity clung to Toby as Ed's laugh echoed around the building. Megan was slowly starting to realize something was up when all the doors slammed shut.
The smaller demon spread his wings as wide as they would go and sailed downward. When his hooves touched down, sparks flew and a ring of illusion fire flared up around him. He loomed, the fire sent his shadow stretching long and wicked up the wall as he shouted accusations in a made up language that sounded almost Italian.
Ed's grin just keeps getting wider, with just a tiny hint of cruel amusement. Oh god, this is too fucking easy. He soars over to the other side of the group with a few wingbeats, landing heavily in a crouch and rising back up to his hooves slowly, letting his wings spread slowly as he does.
With no magic to aid his intimidation, all Ed has is his appearance. Which, to be fair, is pretty impressive. He scowls down at them all, and when he speaks it's in honest-to-goodness Latin with a deep growl. Of course, if they knew what he was saying they might be wondering why he's ragging on their clothing of all things.
Well, this was the last time Toby went anywhere with these douchebags. They'd only grabbed him because he was part of the scifihorror club and had nothing better to do. He was the first to hurl the book he was reading from at the two of them and make for one of the locked doors. Brent and Charity clung to one another and cried and yelled for Jesus. Megan climbed to her feet.
Roman roared with laughter, back to back with Ed who was proving himself to be a fucking blast to be around. He pointed at the lovebirds who shrank away from his gaze.
The book catches Ed on the shoulder, and the glare and snarl that chases Toby off aren't entirely for show. But his gaze swings back around to the lovebirds, and he bares his fangs in a vicious grin.
"I like the way you think," Roman elbowed Ed slightly and reached out with his horrible claws to snatch at Brent's arm. He hollered and shoved Charity out of the way before making for the door. Charity stared into Ed's eyes, feeling like she can almost see a reflection of herself dying in his horrible goaty pupils. She tripped over Toby's garbage bag of candy before running into the dark after Brent.
Megan picked up the radio.
Megan threw the radio at Roman's head. It bounced off his horns so hard the station changed. Roman lost his concentration on his illusions and his fires went out. "Fuck!"
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OH WELL IT WAS READABLE AND THE INTENT WAS WHAT MATTERED. The little demon held out his hand and once Ed took it, a bolt of green energy would spark between them. Ed's wing lurched itself back into shape, his bones mending, even his scars and scratches healing. And, as promised, his hypnotic abilities were siphoned away. Roman winced but only for a moment. Somehow he'd been afraid that making a deal with a monster somehow wouldn't count or might backfire on him, but the ashy smell that hung in the air was a sign of a deal well done!
"Was a pleasure!"
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"Goddamn, that's a hell of a thing, isn't it? Good as new!" He didn't think anything of the faint sense of something lost--he knew exactly what it was, and if the musical talent had gotten yanked out with the rest he wouldn't be broken up over it. Ed folds his wings back up properly and grins at the demon. "So, deal done, right?"
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"S'right! Hey, now that you aren't in excruciating pain, how about you t-tell me just what the hell happened to you..."
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He frowns and scratches the back of his neck--god, it itches like hell when it's growing in back there! "Everyone is a little different, but there were some broad ways that we could categorize people. Mers, kelpies, gargoyles...fuckin nymphs, too." Forever salty, this one.
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"C-can you go back to the part about becoming cannibalistic freaks?"
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"EW!!"
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"How do you think I feel, I'm the one that has to eat it!"
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"Weeell..."
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"Well, what?"
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"Well, for the right price I could get rid of that too."
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Sighing, Ed rubs his neck and shrugs. "...I'll have to think about it. I don't know what else I would be willing to part with that would be a fair trade for that. Nothing against you, there's just a pretty good precedent of getting fucked over when we tried to worm our way out of the crappy shit."
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"Hey, now that you're patched up...wanna help me out with something?"
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His ears flick up at the sound as well, and he glances in that direction before looking back at Roman. "What with?"
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He turned and faced the empty parking lot, the forked tip of his tail twitching with excitement.
"I say we give 'em what they're asking for...and steal their candy."
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"Well hell, what're we waiting for?"
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What a nice grin.
"Follow my lead."
Stacy Suggs was the most popular girl in school and for this reason and this reason alone, Brent, Toby, Charity, and Megan were going to summon a demon to take her down a peg. The teens were gathered around a mass-produced talking board from Matel. There were bags of candy, there were drinks, one of them even had a walkman playing spooky static while they said the chant.
Or rather while Toby said the chant. Brent and Charity were trying to eat each others faces and Megan was high as fuck and trying to find some kind of deep meaning in her social sciences book.
Roman scuttled along the balcony railing like a warf rat, his yellow eyes gleaming in the dark. He paused, scurried, paused, then waved for Ed to follow with his tail. The kids were below them.
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He frowns down at the gaggle of kids, peering at the spirit board with the look of a long-hardened skeptic. Really, they thought something like that could summon something here? Turning to Roman, he keeps his voice low so only they can hear. "So what's the plan? Fly on down and start yelling about owning their souls or something?"
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He reached out a hand and waved it. The battery-powered lantern that Toby had been thoughtful enough to bring fizzled, popped, and went out, plunging the library into darkness. Everybody but Megan screamed.
you wait so long and this is what i have to give. ten lashes for me.
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The smaller demon spread his wings as wide as they would go and sailed downward. When his hooves touched down, sparks flew and a ring of illusion fire flared up around him. He loomed, the fire sent his shadow stretching long and wicked up the wall as he shouted accusations in a made up language that sounded almost Italian.
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With no magic to aid his intimidation, all Ed has is his appearance. Which, to be fair, is pretty impressive. He scowls down at them all, and when he speaks it's in honest-to-goodness Latin with a deep growl. Of course, if they knew what he was saying they might be wondering why he's ragging on their clothing of all things.
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Roman roared with laughter, back to back with Ed who was proving himself to be a fucking blast to be around. He pointed at the lovebirds who shrank away from his gaze.
"WHO'S SOULS SHALL WE TAKE?"
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"Why choose? I'm feeling hungry tonight."
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Megan picked up the radio.
Megan threw the radio at Roman's head. It bounced off his horns so hard the station changed. Roman lost his concentration on his illusions and his fires went out. "Fuck!"
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