Thread: the night is dark and full of terrors [ lucifer morgenstern & lovestand ]

RE the night is dark and full of terrors Celina was a Eurasian woman that stood at around five feet and a half, someone who wasn't imposing by appearance but she had a very eccentric appearance. Seeing as her profession wasn't exactly commonplace in the world, neither a doctor that demanded a white coat or a police officer who was required to dress in uniform, she was had a certain liberty to dress in whatever manner she wished. As a professional demon hunter, she didn't exactly choose to dress in very much to say the least, especially for one who choose to prowl the night to hunt down those who endangered humanity. Her clothes were black and gravitated toward a motif that depicted skeletal designs. She wore detached sleeves on her arms showing barebones with a matching set of waist corset and neck piece that followed the same design. Her generous bust bounced free with unnatural perkiness and each were adorned with metal pasties of skulls on her pert nipples. She wore a short skirt around her waist that reached just to her mid-thigh and black platform heels. Her black hair was worn up in a distinct large bun with her eyes heavily shadowed and her lips painted red. Her arms were tattooed with exotic designs and scriptures. In her hunt tonight, she found herself before an abandoned apartment building, which didn't look much from the outside. However, her instinct informed her that there was more to this abode. The neighbourhood was dump without anyone wanting to live or develop here, yet there was one resident who remained here and that was perhaps peculiar in itself. Despite her impractical choice of clothes, she moved rather silently when she made her way in and hopped over the chain-linked fence without much of an issue, landing on the other side with practiced athleticism. She travelled light and travelled alone here, which made it each for operations like this one. She began to make her way up to where her mark resided. The building felt haunted and ominous, but her trained instincts told her that there was more to this building and she wasn't just jumping at shadows. True evil resided here and she was rather certain of it. Her heels didn't make a sound and she made her way down the hallway and zeroed in on the door to his residence. She stopped in front of the door and her sharp senses caught a whiff of something she was very familiar with in her field, blood and death. Her senses became a little more defensive as she prepared herself for what was found on the other side. She knew that her mark was unpredictable. Her hand gripped around the doorknob and she pushed the door open silently, which was unlocked much to her surprise. Was she expected? She gasped sharply when she saw the nude dead bodies of two women, who were likely his earlier victims and ones that she was too late to save from the demon. However, the shock value probably paled in comparison to the sight before her. Her eyes widened at the demon, who probably wasn't large for his type but easily towered above her. She wavered her attention between his powerful form and the tattoos on his body. Suddenly her resolve evaporated and was replaced by a delirium that clouded her mind, it was like as if a spell was cast over her without her knowing, and that wasn't far from the truth. Whatever purpose that brought her here was replaced by another as she began to feel enthralled by the demon's appearance and his powerful command that controlled her. She wasn't scared of the demon, but rather attracted to him and everything that he represented. It was perhaps that chance encounter that they had a few nights ago that left a stronger impression on her than she would care to admit, suppressed deeply in her memories up until now when it was activated by his presence. However, it was too late to question the impression any further or fight it. She ignored the ghastly scene in the apartment, the two victims, and focused her attention on the demon itself. A small seductive smile crept up on her lips as she regarded the demon as a lover and not a prey. I am looking for you, of course. You know that I'm always well equipped to play. I hope this appeases you? Taking the hem of her skirt, she lifted it up slightly to show a hint of her shaven womanhood, moist in arousal and completely at the demon's mercy.