Post by Vetis on Dec 18, 2011 17:16:20 GMT -8
He had done things. Terrible terrible things. Still in his core he was not ithout mercy or completly heartless. Its true you could ask Roth O' Roak or Shugo Yuy and you may not get the same answer but he had been kind to others before. Hell he even had and has been loved before. Still when people spoke of his brutality it was legendary. He had a knack for crushing his enemies as dust unto the wind. So when he suffered a loss he took it especially hard.
This particular loss was a bit devastating. He had every advantage over his opponent one could have and yet his cockyness and arrogance lost him a victory that should have rightfully been his. The last thing he remembered was waking in the back of an ambulance. His mouth felt....odd to say the least. The taste of blood permeated every cell of his mouth. Some his, some not. Bits of flesh embedded into his teeth. He liked this, more than he should have. This wouldnt be the last time, he had decided that the instant he woke up.
Now half broken and battered (ironicaly not from his battle but from tossing himself from a moving ambulance) he found himself alone. There was death awaiting him he could feel it. But a nagging regret haunted his mind. He needed to kill that bitch. Her and so many others. His body began to go numb as he crawled through the dirt. into the woods. Just like any wild animal he craved nothing more than to die alone.
As he pulled himself through the dirt a fog rolled in and he felt his mind go lightheaded for a moment. His hand had stopped sifting through dirt for a momnet as he found it layed against something familiar. Fine leather. A shoe. As he looked up he saw a tall well dressed and well groomed man in a blood red suit. It was such a rich color he could almost have mistaken it for black.
"Fetch" a simple word but said with such cruelty and implication that it could cut down even the proudest of men if they would let it. The word of course had the connotation of getting something. In this instance it was the knife he had dropped on the ground. So simple and plain. Still he had been told to fetch and a good dog obeyed its master, but he was a lone wolf. With what little strength he had left he plunged the blade into the mans kidney, it went surpisingly deep.
Not even a flinch. Not even blood? At least not in the typical sense. Whatever had come out was different and the smell was rather unpleasant. "Ah such a remarkable creature to take up my name, your last act on this world would be to stab a stranger for telling you to fetch. Defiant and murderous to the very last." With a flick of his hand he had pushed Vetis back into the air and held him there floating like a rag doll. "Allow me to introduce myself James"
Very few had known his real name. Even fewer called him by it. "My name is Vetis" A twisted smirk formed on his face. "I believe you named yourself after me. Oh and just so we are clear I am reading your ery thoughts right now boy. I am not some powerful qi user. I am a lord of hell and well im here to do buisness, your actions thus far have honored me..."
For the briefest of moments he let his false self waver and his true form show. It was a revolting horrendous sight. The urge to vomit had not come over the boy but it was possibly cause he hadnt the strength to. "Ah so Ive got your attention then." He certainly had the boys attention now.
"Right now we are in the crossroads of life and death. But being the malicious, cold, cruel, and may I add evil bastard that you have been I am here to make you a deal. Your soul for immortality. Its simple really we down there like your style. Sure you can do right but when you do wrong you really dont stop. Its that tenacity that has earned you this chance. Still should you want that soul of yours feel free. Hell would welcome you openly. Its either that or purgatory where.... youll not enjoy yourself as much I can assure you. Still for your soul you will simply live forever. We may call on your aid from time to time but please just dont let go of that nasty rotten nature of yours. Oh and as for a bonus hows this. Anyone you kill will spend eternity tormented by me personally. I know I know I give to much."
A smirk smiled on the boys face at this show of faux modesty. He apparetnly chose well when naming himself after him.
"That you did boy." The demon glared at him and pointed towards his head. "Im still in there and I already know. Simply plunge that into your chest and your soul is mine."
Revenge was something that had to be wrought on that bitch, even for this price. He plunged the dagger deep into his heart. The blade changed into a snake and crawled into the would before crawling back out and melding with the demon. "It is done, enjoy this gift, and keep me happy. Eternity is a long time for me to make you regret this."
Back in his home. He felt odd. Cold. Hungry. Just you wait Olivia, just you wait.
This particular loss was a bit devastating. He had every advantage over his opponent one could have and yet his cockyness and arrogance lost him a victory that should have rightfully been his. The last thing he remembered was waking in the back of an ambulance. His mouth felt....odd to say the least. The taste of blood permeated every cell of his mouth. Some his, some not. Bits of flesh embedded into his teeth. He liked this, more than he should have. This wouldnt be the last time, he had decided that the instant he woke up.
Now half broken and battered (ironicaly not from his battle but from tossing himself from a moving ambulance) he found himself alone. There was death awaiting him he could feel it. But a nagging regret haunted his mind. He needed to kill that bitch. Her and so many others. His body began to go numb as he crawled through the dirt. into the woods. Just like any wild animal he craved nothing more than to die alone.
As he pulled himself through the dirt a fog rolled in and he felt his mind go lightheaded for a moment. His hand had stopped sifting through dirt for a momnet as he found it layed against something familiar. Fine leather. A shoe. As he looked up he saw a tall well dressed and well groomed man in a blood red suit. It was such a rich color he could almost have mistaken it for black.
"Fetch" a simple word but said with such cruelty and implication that it could cut down even the proudest of men if they would let it. The word of course had the connotation of getting something. In this instance it was the knife he had dropped on the ground. So simple and plain. Still he had been told to fetch and a good dog obeyed its master, but he was a lone wolf. With what little strength he had left he plunged the blade into the mans kidney, it went surpisingly deep.
Not even a flinch. Not even blood? At least not in the typical sense. Whatever had come out was different and the smell was rather unpleasant. "Ah such a remarkable creature to take up my name, your last act on this world would be to stab a stranger for telling you to fetch. Defiant and murderous to the very last." With a flick of his hand he had pushed Vetis back into the air and held him there floating like a rag doll. "Allow me to introduce myself James"
Very few had known his real name. Even fewer called him by it. "My name is Vetis" A twisted smirk formed on his face. "I believe you named yourself after me. Oh and just so we are clear I am reading your ery thoughts right now boy. I am not some powerful qi user. I am a lord of hell and well im here to do buisness, your actions thus far have honored me..."
For the briefest of moments he let his false self waver and his true form show. It was a revolting horrendous sight. The urge to vomit had not come over the boy but it was possibly cause he hadnt the strength to. "Ah so Ive got your attention then." He certainly had the boys attention now.
"Right now we are in the crossroads of life and death. But being the malicious, cold, cruel, and may I add evil bastard that you have been I am here to make you a deal. Your soul for immortality. Its simple really we down there like your style. Sure you can do right but when you do wrong you really dont stop. Its that tenacity that has earned you this chance. Still should you want that soul of yours feel free. Hell would welcome you openly. Its either that or purgatory where.... youll not enjoy yourself as much I can assure you. Still for your soul you will simply live forever. We may call on your aid from time to time but please just dont let go of that nasty rotten nature of yours. Oh and as for a bonus hows this. Anyone you kill will spend eternity tormented by me personally. I know I know I give to much."
A smirk smiled on the boys face at this show of faux modesty. He apparetnly chose well when naming himself after him.
"That you did boy." The demon glared at him and pointed towards his head. "Im still in there and I already know. Simply plunge that into your chest and your soul is mine."
Revenge was something that had to be wrought on that bitch, even for this price. He plunged the dagger deep into his heart. The blade changed into a snake and crawled into the would before crawling back out and melding with the demon. "It is done, enjoy this gift, and keep me happy. Eternity is a long time for me to make you regret this."
Back in his home. He felt odd. Cold. Hungry. Just you wait Olivia, just you wait.
