Thread: Do you know, what you are truly Hunting for? [Darjeeling x TinyThings]

The Demon's playfulness, was all too common by now. The very first Succubus she ever fought, had underestimated her as well, playing with her food. And as expected, this one couldn't resist the urge either. To revel in her victory. To tease and test her victim. The one -big- advantage men and Nephalim always had over Demons. A common weakness. And when the grip around her neck tightened, her eyes narrowed, with her panting growing heavier. The Aspect would taste no fear from the Demon Hunter, nor see anything but defiance and disdain in the woman's cold eyes. Her grip of the Aspect's wrist grew tighter in response to her own torture, her legs doing nothing to fight back what the Demon did. Anellia's upper lip jumped a single time behind her mask, expelling a silent sneer past tempered gasps and pants for breath. Finally it spoke. Words to ignore, nothing else, as always. But even with her defiant attempt at ignoring what the Demon said, the voice pierced her mind. Such a soothing, but strong tone. She'd expected nothing less from a Demon of Lust, but it'd never had any effect on her, until this day. As the Demon shifted, Anellia remained still, letting her enemy do as she pleased, but never without calculating. Her eyes never pulled from the Demon's, as the claw approached her face. Not even when her brain forced her to feel the pain of cut, expelling it with a silent groan, before revealing her face. Her face was not one of a veteran Demon Hunter, but almost that of a child. She seemed no older than in her early twenties, far too young for her work. It would be hard to truly enjoy the beauty of the Demon Hunter, past the expression of pure hatred, with bright green eyes darting voiceless curses back against the Demon. If eyes could kill, the Demon would already be dust. Anellia groaned once again, now in disgust, as the long tongue stroked over the trickling line of blood, slowly leaving the fresh wound. Only now, did her eyes avert from the Demon's, in order to look away, as soft words was whispered in her ear. Like a soft winter breeze, it caused a chill down Anellia's spin, as her fingertips pressed a little harder against the Demon's wrist. Her eyes pinched shut when her ear was bitten as well, a soft whimper blowing echos through the halls this time. A whimper, much less of disdain as before. As if a nerve had been struck. And Anelia didn't like it.. Anellia turned her head a bit, to get her lips a little closer to Malvera's, but without straining her bit ear. You.. Should've gone with the easy solution... She growled with a sneering expression. Finally she moved again, letting go of the Demon's wrist, only to reach fingers into each of her bracers, pulling out a tiny blade from one, and a slightly longer one from the other. With a blink of the eye, the Demon Hunter attempted to stab the tiny blade into the marked hand, the symbol glowing red if the strike should hit. This attack would probably hurt enough to make the Demon loosen it's grip, and should that happen, the Demon Hunter ignored reason, ripping herself lose of the bite, even if it would cause a tear in her delicate ear, only to smack her forehead towards the Demon's face. While doing so, she stabbed the longer blade towards the Demon's thigh. And if all her attacks succeeded, and the Demon should let off, even a little, Anellia would attempt to kick the Aspect aside, and jump for her Hand Crossbows.