Thread: A Bit Of Hell [Hahvoc x Halaster]

Work, work, work and more work. That's all there ever was to do around here, simply put, it was boring as hell . Quite literally in this case. Varlak had just returned from his last errand that he was already being sent on another one. The last one had been simple, the guy had screamed and pissed himself when he had seen him. So Varlak simply got bored of him and cut his chest open, leaving him to die of blood loss... And loss of internal organs. He hated the ones who couldn't stand the sight of him, they were boring, too settled in the whole concept of 'reality' that mortals tend to cling to. As far as reality was concerned, he was an anomaly, a humanoid figure to be sure, but that's where the 'human' part ended. His skin was a dark shade of red, his fingers were razor sharp claws, his eyes were slitted and a spale shade of yellow. But most apparent of all were his large demonic wings, like the ones of a very large bat, only red. Because, of course, Varlak was a demon. He wore nothing but a simple leather jacket which he never zipped up, letting whoever looked at him catch a glimpse of his lightly muscular chest. And a pair of black jeans, which he simply found comfy. Shoes though were out of the question, just like his fingers, his toes were pointed and sharp and easily ripped through any of these, a fact which he had found out about the hard way. Other demons chose to either go naked or wear frightening attires to put fear into their victims... He wasn't one of them, and had taken a keen liking to the simple fashion style of mortals. Of course, being a demon, Varlak resided in hell. The very 'hell' that the mortals so feared, torments and constant burning heat included. Hell was a very real place, and for lack of a better term, Varlak was one of it's many collectors. His job was to hunt down those who had sinned for too long without repercussions, either individuals who were truly clever about their wrongdoings... Or very lucky. He had just stepped out of his superior's office and was now in a very claustrophobic hallway made out of black stone. He had his new target, from now on, he would be linked to it until his job was over. It was some mortal male named 'Seth', a human who had gone on a serial killing spree for quite a long time without ever getting caught. His job was simple Kill the human so that his soul can be sent to hell where it will face a well deserved eternity of torture and agony. He extended his hand and muttered a few words in his native demonic tongue, and instantly a fiery portal opened up which would take him to a location where he could easily track down his prey. He stepped through... And found himself on the streets, in plain sight during daytime. Of course, this didn't really matter, as no one but his target would be able to see him, much more convenient that way really as he kind of stood out. For now, the location of his target was unknown to him, but he was near, he could sense his presence. The presence of a man who's hands were soaked with the blood of many lives, a very strong scent. He would find him, and observe him for a time before revealing himself, he simply loved to watch mortals going about their daily lives, they were such fascinating creatures. He hoped that this one wouldn't scream, he liked to take his time with his work, and it was so hard to find interest in a mortal who was unwilling to accept his existence altogether.