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Thread: Holy Hell!

The girl before him listened carefully as he spoke, committing every word to memory. She was not the kind of girl to take kindly to being made into a pretty house wife meant only for turning out children and pleasing her man. She had a mind and enjoyed using it, currently she was trying to figure out when he had been locked away but all she could tell so far was that he assumed it was about four or five generations ago. When he mentioned being her savior she frowned. I would have gotten out just fine without your help. God is my savior, not the likes of you. She thought to herself but was raised well enough not to interrupt his lengthy introduction. Her nose crinkled when he mentioned being a lover of women. Lover or rapist? Demons could rarely tell the difference. Even as she crinkled her nose in disgust it was still considerably cute. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes when he said he didn't know why they put him there. But then he did something unexpected, he was going to offer a reason? She watched him place his hand on his chest and watched carefully, at first confused but then her eyes widened in shock and horror as she realized he was going to rip open his won chest to show her. His hands sunk into his own flesh and she felt her stomach tighten. Her heart quickened and she fought hard not to look away and to keep her gun on her target. It was when it started to bleed that she had to really fight it. Dontlookawaydontlookawaydontlookawaydontlookaway It was hard to keep looking as he pulled the skin back to show her. Then she could see it, all his innards there for her to see, except one. His heart. Her own raced within her chest, her breath quickened, her arms shook and so in turn did her gun. Sure, she had seen bad things, awful, terrible things, but all those things she had seen had hearts. That was how you killed most of them. If removing the heart hadn't killed him.... Her gun went off in her hands. She hadn't realized it until she felt the kickback. She should have been more careful but she had her gun on him the whole time so the bullet should hit. Still, that didn't matter, she had shot at him. Attacked, provoked, whatever you wanted to call it. She had attacked soemthing she had no idea how to kill. Her body acted without her mind's consent. Her body turned, her legs ran and her feet left behind her mind to try and put together exactly what happened. She had his name, she knew he had to heart, there couldn't be many like that. I have to tell them! I-I have to tell them he's escaped! Her panicked thoughts tried to steer her home. This time she wasn't going to stop, she hoped that she had been right, that he couldn't cross the river because even if she never stopped running she still wouldn't feel like she had gotten away.
Thread: Holy Hell!

Though it was Zarathustra's intent to create shock and awe wherever he went, he had no idea of the concequences his current actions would bring. As he let go his flesh and it began to mend together in an ungodly manner, a sound erupted like that of a cannon. It was so shocking and unexpected to the demon that he instinctivley ducked to the ground. It also happened to be that very second that he saw a burning speck fly past him, ripping into his shoulder blade in mid dive. When he hit the ground, he immidetley felt the burn of the wound, something uncommon for a demon like him. Unless... The gaze of Zarathustra turned upward and he looked upon a puff of smoke and the priestess running for her very life once more. As she ran, a mix of feeling twisted inside the demon's head. He sat up and shouted out to her then in a loud, almost comical voice. WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! he screamed and then stood up, figuring she wouldn't care enough to answer that question now that she was fleeing in fear of his retribution. He looked to his wound once more and his nose twitched. He knew well the scent of burning demon flesh and holy power mixed together. Before he got lost in his anger, however, Zarathustra calmed himself. He began to realize that he shouldn't be too surprised at the priestesses actions. She was only human after all and anyone would freak out after seeing what he showed them. Just how long had he been out for humans to create a weapon that could move so fast that he almost couldn't see it? His curiosity about the woman and this era were growing by the second. And once he got his hands on the former, he would learn many things and remember many sensations he thought he would never feel again. The chase was on once more...that is if you could call it a chase. It wasn't hard for Zarathustra to catch up to the priestess. If she thought running water would stop him then she had greatly underestimated him. What did she think he was? A vampire or something. He came upon her mid flight and seemed to wrap himself around her like a vine or a finely fitting dress. One arm wrapped around her neck, the hand gently caressing the cheek and the other around her torso, pressing her womanly mounds up much like she did herself if she ever crossed her arms. He leaned his head close to her ear, the sly grin creeping across his face and warm breath at her neck. Now, now, he started, pulling slightly to stop her in her tracks. Don't be so hasty to retreat. I've so much more to discuss. You see, now that I've saved your life, I think it's time you owed me a little service. You would make a great concubine, you know. We could have a few children here or there, preferably girls. I would enjoy watching as they grew up into vuluptuous women and seduce the many men of this world. And aren't you curious about the fact that I have no heart? Surely you or whatever order you belong to would be able to provide me with some information as to it's location, hmm?
Thread: Holy Hell!

Oh how her heart raced when he touched her for the first time. He could feel the warm, flowing blood coursing through her veins and the heat of her body through her skimpy attire. It reminded him of the carnal desires he used to carry out when he was free, before the heart robbery and before the monks sealed him up. He could have any woman he desired back then, mainly using his body as a tool of seduction. Oh, how they would flock to him and throw themselves upon his form. Surely, this priestess would be no different. That was until she began to struggle in his grip. It seemed this one wasn't quite ready to warm up to the idea of sharing a bed with a demon such as himself. But that was alright. He would get his way eventually. He always did. Rather than simply let the priestess go in response to her struggles, he only seemed to hold her slightly tighter than before and whether he was toying with her or he acted out of his demonic nature, he seemed to react in a childish manner not befitting a all powerful demon such as himself. Aww, come on! he said in a sort of high, teasing voice while nuzzling his head into her cheek. I haven't had a woman in so long and I neeeeed some loving! It seemed as if he were ignoring the need to retrieve his heart and concentrate solely on getting this priestess to bed with him. Sure, she was pure, innocent and a virgin, but that's how he liked them most of the time. He just couldn't help himself. And when it seemed that nothing would get through to her, the demon finally let up on his grip and sighed while she had the opprotunity to back away. Tch. Fine, fine, he said in a sort of subdued tone. But just so you know, I will have you eventually. Just you wait and see. Zarathustra gave the priestess a grin and a thumbs up as if he had all the confidence in the world, no surprise based on what he's been through. He leaned himself against a rock and crossed his arms then, his face becoming a bit more serious this time. It seemed as if it were time to get down to business as it were and it was apparent in the tone of his voice when he spoke. I wouldn't simply pass off the theft of my heart lightly you know. If it got into the wrong hands, it could cause such a calamity that not even your god would be able to ignore it. I'm talking power on an apocalyptic scale here. I think it would be in both our interests to see that that doesn't happen. Though it was hard to tell by his previous actions, Zarathustra was quite serious in what he said. A demon's heart can only be used effectively by the demon who it was born in. Any foolish human interference would be disaterous.
Thread: Holy Hell!

With her struggles he still refused to let her go, instead he held her even tighter and no matter what she did she couldn't break free. She was expecting him to do something vile to her, to start groping her or pull at her cloths or some other lustful act fitting of a demon of his power. What he did saw was not what she expected. She turned her head to look at him, her brows furrowed in confusion. He sounded more like a kid being denied cake then a demon denied a willing sexual partner. When he nuzzled her cheek she tensed, then he continued to plead with her and she felt like she was being held by a child... one that needed a good spanking. Though, thankfully, he released her. The moment she was free she she moved away from him, backing away, holding her gun pointed down, he didn't know how many shots she had left in it and at the moment she didn't have to explain it to him. She looked him over to see if she got him and she noticed a scratch on her shoulder. She frowned, if he was only scratched he had to have moved really fast, some how managed to almost dodge the bullet. He was so sure that he would have her but she was so sure that he was sadly mistaken, she was not like the women of his time, she was a woman of god and would not allow herself to be tainted by him. The world didn't need more demons and she was not about to birth them for him. She watched carefully as he leaned against a rock, the priestess leaned with her back against a tree, finding it easier to catch her breath and calm herself now that there was space between them. Then suddenly he seemed to get very serious and she looked at him confused. Surely his heart had to be powerful and in the wrong hands it could do some serious damage. He was right about that and she really did hate to admit it but it was true. The woman bit her lip in thought. Should she bring him back to her order? She might get into trouble for it but she would be bringing him to the elders who would be strong enough to care for him... and the children of the city... bad idea. She didn't want him anywhere near corruptible minds. Finally she sighed and relaxed a bit but still held her gun firmly, she had another shot in it still. As much as I hate the words about to exit my mouth... you are right. There are several orders charged with hiding such artifacts though, I am sure that it is well hidden and if you are so concerned then I will go check... but you have to stay here. she told him, seeing this as the perfect opportunity to escape and report him, after that she would worry about finding his heart.
Thread: Holy Hell!

It was not quite the response Zarathustra was looking for, but given the circumstances, he could take all he could get at this point. For all he knew, her words would actually be the truth. Perhaps, during his long captivity, some holy order got a hold of it and stored it for safe keeping. Still though, he was unsettled. Surely, people haven't gotten stupid after all these years. Someone would have to have known his past deeds and wished to exploit his power for their own greedy human needs. Plus, there was a faint memory, a dream that he was just now starting to recall. It was a strange thing, really. Zarathustra knew not the person who took his heart, but while he was contained in that acursed tomb, he a reoccuring vision. He would be floating in darkness, something he would sometimes mistake with his reality, but once the next set of events occured, he would be able to tell the difference. Many ghostly hands appeared seemingly from nowhere. He tried to fight them off, but one by one, they were able to latch on to him and rip apart his chest, revealing the innards of his body. They went straight for the beating heart and pulled relentlessley until it was free from his body. It continued to beat, even as the hand enveloped it and caused it to vanish into thin air. This was followed by a mysterious voice of both male and female mixed together as if to create a vocal disguise. It said plain and simple, If you want your heart back, head to the north... The north, the demon uttered to himself suddenly to break the temporary silence between he and the priestess. Surely she would have heard it and identified it as a clue. So, he continued, The Silverback Mountains...perhaps you should start there... Zarathustra rubbed his temple as if to show he had a slight headache before turning his gaze to the priestess once more. Fine. Do as you will. But you're too naive to think I'll be staying here to wait for you. What garauntee do I have that you won't simply run off an abandon me? Perhaps I should leave you with a little 'gift' so I can track you down should you defy me. Another grin and chuckle came across the demon's face as he said the word gift. It made the whole concept sound vile and perverted, which was okay with him of course.
Thread: Holy Hell!

He seemed to be thinking, it was very strange to watch. She wondered briefly if she went up and shot him could she kill him there? She decided against it, even if she could make the shot this creature naked before her was living without his heart and it was who knows how many miles away. That should even be possible but here it was right in front of her. She sighed, there was no promise it would even work, in fact, it probably would only piss him off even more. He had been so shocked when she had shot him the first time and having him wrapped around her again was not something she wanted to feel. It had been gross. Feeling his arm beneath her breasts, his touch on her cheek, breath on her neck. If he had gone even a bit further then that she would have shot him no matter the consequences. Her body was to be pure and un touched, she wasn't about to have him soil her with his demonic hands... or any other part of him... She wanted a nice warm bath but it didn't seem like she would be getting one any time soon. First she needed to report that this demon was awake, then she had to make sure that his heart had not fallen into the wrong hands and then she had more evil to rid the earth of... sadly a long leisurely bath just didn't fit into her schedule. Then suddenly he spoke and she looked at him confused. The North? The north is inhospitable. Sure, some villages managed to take root there but they are few and far between. If it is in the north it would be with The Winterwall Saints and they are as hard to find as they are to reach. If your heart is there then it is save from all evil. She told him, smiling slightly when he said that she could go do as she needed. When he wanted a guarantee that she would return she finally did roll her eyes. Defy you. Demon it is my very purpose in life to send you back to the fiery depths of hell that you crawled out of, I cannot defy someone I have no loyalty to, so, with all do respect little as it may be you may keep your gift and I bit you farewell. And with that she raised her gun, keeping it trained on him as she backed away, glancing just over her shoulder occasionally to be sure that she wouldn't back into anything. Once he was out of sight for a while she felt safe to turn and walk as she normally would, happy to finally be rid of the monster.
Thread: Holy Hell!

It seemed that this priestess misunderstood Zarathustra's words. When he mentioned the north, he made no mention of any other holy orders that resided there. Nor did he know of this Winterwall she spoke of. It might have popped up while he was asleep but he couldn't remember, nor did he really care if he did. All he cared about now was that this woman was once again trying to blow him off. It was like a game of cat and mouse to him getting as close as he could just to watch how she would squirm from his grasp. The cat always did win in the end, however. The demon made no movement towards the priestess as she backed away, her strange weapon pointed right at him. In all honesty, he could probably overwhelm her despite not having his full strength. But what good would it do to harm such a beautiful flower, especially since she would soon become his concubine. Her form faded into the distance shortly thereafter and once again, Zarathustra was left in solitude. His first goal was simple of course. Follow the scent of that priestess to wherever it was she called home and show her his sinful delights. It would be then, he would use her and her sources to find his heart and rip asunder the person or persons responsible. It was about this time that a chill came between the demons legs, cold enough enough to divert his attention downward. It was only now that he realized that he had no clothes to his name. Being the kind of demon he was though, he wouldn't have minded, but if he were to walk upon the earth once more, he had to do it in style. Perhaps one of the corpses in the tomb had something sufficient. Zarathustra turned away then and began his trek back to the cavern where he once slept. He turned his head back briefly to remind himself of the beautiful priestess who he would soon have for his own and hopefully a path to his heart.
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As the girl walked she thought about all that had happened. She had been knocked around by the troll pretty badly and as much as she hated to admit it she might have very well died if not for that demon. Still, living a life as his concubine was simply not an option, she had more important things to do then to pleasure a demon and bare his children. In fact, that sounded like one of the worst things that she could possibly be doing. Noel shuddered at the idea, there were plenty of harlots around to satisfy his desires until she sent him back to hell and she would not be one of them. The priestess remembered the way he had wrapped himself around her and crossed her arms as she walked. That vile man! The woman thought, furious indignation welling up inside of her now that she was final a safe distance from the demon. How dare he touch me like that! Just who does that bastard think that he is! She thought, letting out a huff. Her cloths felt dirtier then they really were just because he had wrapped himself around them. After walking for a few hours she came across a clearing where there was a small lake. She smiled and let out a sigh of relief. She would have just loved to sleep there but she couldn't, the most she could do was try and wash off her cloths and patch them up. Maybe sneak in a bath of her own. Looking around and trying to sense the demon she wanted to make sure that he was not there before she stripped off her dress leaving her in a short satin under garment. It was much like a very short dress only she wouldn't dare wear it in front of anyone. The dress's purpose was to keep her covered if her cloths ripped and that it had. Looking overt the dress she had been wearing she noticed a few holes and she took some time to patch them up. Taking a needle and thread from a small pocket on her belt she went to work. Once her dress was all patched up she brought it to the water to wash the dirt and the blood from it. Once all this was finished she wrung it out and then straightened it and laid it over a tree branch to dry. Now that she had time the girl smiled slightly, perhaps she could sneak in a little bath while the dress was drying? Sitting on one of the rocks by the water she pulled off her shoes and the thigh high white stockings. Once they were off and folded, ready for her when she needed them, she pulled the dress over her head and laid it where it would stay clean before walking into the water. The water was pleasantly warm, it lapped at her milky skin, her beautiful body fully exposed and much like the demon had thought before she was beautiful. Her body had all the right curves in all of the right places, her creamy skin seemingly flawless, she dipped her head beneath the water to wet her hair and wash off her face. There was a blanket with her traveling pack she could use to dry off but right now she was just enjoying the water.
Thread: Holy Hell!

Entering the cavern once more made Zarathustra feel a sense of homliness. He didn't know whether it was the fact that he was here so long or not, but it gave him the thought that when everything was said and done, he would make this into his permanent dwelling. He would, of course, have to accomidate for the priestess. Living amongst tombs of the dead rotting corpses would be morbid indeed. Maybe he could get a couple of nice thrones for the two of them to sit in, though once he thought about it, a bed would have been better. They would be spending a lot of their 'quality' time there anyway. But first thing's first. The demon had to get some clothes befitting of his greatness. He would kick open a tomb here or there, rummaging through the dead bodies looking for anything that would fit his style. Then, he found it. It seemed to belong to a rather eccentric individual, probably a bandit or a cult leader. Who knew? Without any regard to the sanctity of the person's soul, Zarathustra plunged his fist into the body, causing it to crumble into dust. He must have been dead a long time for the bones to break so easily, but it made it easier for him to get the clothing out and put it on. Without a mirror to check himself out, the only thing he could do now was rely on the priestess to confirm whether or not he looked good. And it wouldn't take long for him to find her either. His scent was ripe all over her clothing. All he had to do was track it and he would reach her with ease. He came upon the spot with haste and much to his surprise, he found that the woman had shed them, stitching them along the way. A curious and excited look came over his face then as he knew she was wandering about somewhere as naked as he was when he woke up. It would be the perfect opprotunity to do naughty things to her. With a chuckle of glee, Zarathustra tracked her down to the lake where she bathed peacefully. Simply diving in and going after her though would simply not do for him though. He just had to make it exciting for the both of them and he knew just how to do it. Circling around, the demon snuck himself into the lake while the woman's back was turned. Slowly, he swam, keeping his head barely above water so he could breath and when he got close, he took a deep breath and dived under. There, thanks to the clarity of the lake, he could see the priestess in all her innocent glory. He came to her then, pinching her ankle slightly to distract her. Then, he came behind, her rear close enough for him to reach out and touch. And while it was tempting, he had a more naughty move in mind. As suddenly as she noticed the pinch on her ankle, He rose up like a shark attacking its prey. He let out a sort of half roar between his breath of air and took her into his arms, more specifically, her breasts, which his hands latched onto firmly. It was clear he wanted to see her skin crawl in his presence and if this didn't do it, he didn't know what would.