Thread: Hell on Earth [Raina Reader / Javorcek]

The blonde winced as she watched the blade enter the man, the scream that ensued afterwards was simply music. Sandra had seen it before and experienced it herself, not the maiming, but the madness Lilith was displaying before her eyes. Demons were not like humans, and the only reason they blend in so well with the human world is because they are the embodiment of so many things humans are guilty of lust, passion, pride, hate, obsession, desire, envy and so on. The very words originate from ancient demons of the same name. Love however is not one of those traits, and a concept that is often ignored and misunderstood by demons, but that doesn't mean demons are immune to it. He won't be able to tell you much if he bleeds out, he is a mongrel after all, he'll die like any human would, I'm sure there are more knives in the drawer. The lesser demon screamed again casting a desperate glance at who he thought was his would be saviour, but she appeared to be no more a friend of icarus than the crazy bitch torturing him. Sandra edged closer into the light, towards Lilith, but not close enough to raise alarms or threaten her. Love is like a disease to us, we weren't made to understand it, it destroys most. The blonde preached trying to get through to her, not to prevent the torture, but to prevent future unravelling...all the while not explaining why she was here now, of all times. Icarus is more stubborn than most, straight forward, hell a better demon than any of us. What she doesn't understand, she destroys, she tried to kill me when I left as she killed many others, and now you, she'll kill your human and then destroy you, because we are weaker, vulnaruble because of them. She exhaled a soft sigh, eyes focused on the twitching mongrel, knowing full well Lilith wouldn't understand not when she was acting like a mad dog, Sandra still barely understood it and she had ten years to dwell on the concept. Go on... she gestured to the whimpering man Get the location out of him, I'm not here to get in your way, just here to help... she glimpsed the madness in Liliths eyes ...from a distance... --------------- The red head who thought she was in some far away land, a dream of strange fantasies felt a wave of fear crush her like a wave as Icarus approached, ripping the silken sheets from her. It felt real, it felt cold. A whimper escaped her lips as her hair was gripped, propped up in front of the demon, the demon it was the only way to describe her, now that she was closer, and the experience felt much more real Everything about her dripped sex Her frame was muscular, more so than many men she had met, and yet infinitely feminine, and then masculine. The two were so beautifully intertwined, one could only go as far to call the demons body an art form, and yet the fear was real. W-who are you!? Although she intended to yell the words spilled out like a weak sputter as the demon loomed over her, the cock presented to her, as if she were an animal, given a treat. A compulsion lurched over her, she felt a desire, no more like a need to taste it. Within seconds lust filled her, she felt weak and hot. W-where's lilith..I-I can't She squeaked, again not as strong as she had hoped. Her eyes closed tight. To give in felt so easy, like a dream, to just taste and please, and be used, but what ever was happening whether it was real or fake, this wasn't Lilith. her lips remained closed.