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[LILITH]

YOUR BODY'S BUILT JUST LIKE A WEAPON
AND YOU'RE USING IT
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with the contents of an animal skull, sage, and a promise written in blood, a rusty cashbox was buried in the clay earth – directly in the center of a four way crossroads. the queen opened her eyes from her deep sleep, feeling the soil cover the box., almost as if she herself were the box. in the few seconds that followed, she sat up, hearing the incantations ringing in her ears and whisper of her name. ahh yes, lilith was needed by a mortal. even more importantly, lilith was needed by a mortal who was willing to barter their soul.

it had taken only seconds for her to go from underdressed and weary, to elegantly clothed and standing at the center of the cross roads. a smirk eased across her features as she eyed up the rather handsome man who stood before her. the four roads around the pair lit up in vibrant frames, locking both the demoness and mortal inside so as to keep the conversation contained. so this was the being who had something so important to tend to that he was willing to trade his soul in return? interesting. ”you’re real…” he whispered, trembling slightly in fear. why had they always feared her? she was stunning and far less creepy looking than many of her counterparts of hell. clearly the man had thought the incantations and summoning were nothing more than a fable told around campfires and in passing lore. oh how wrong they were.

”do you wish to continue?” her voice rang out, giving him the option of retreating though even she knew he already had an obligation. with a nod of his head, the man began to stutter, asking her to help him. ”speak clear, dear….i can’t understand you. don’t worry, i won’t bite.” no, she wouldn’t bite…but that didn’t mean other things were an option. the mortal controlled his nerves, finding his voice enough to tell lilith his story. he had cheated on his wife, his high school sweetheart, and she left him for someone much more deserving. with nothing left to his life, the man wanted fame and fortune. in having this, he believed he could enjoy himself and have all the women he so desired. ”ten years, and then your debt is to be repaid.” she couldn’t understand the things that some mortals would trade their lives for. as he began to protest, a sly grin flickered across her beautiful lips. ”alright jonathon, are you a gambling man?” with a shrug from him, she continue on. ”solve my riddle and you can have twenty years, but fail and you’ll have five.” he looked as though he was contemplating it but the greed of her great offer had gotten to him.

the queen of hell forced herself to think for a moment, waving a finger in the air as she thought of the perfect riddle. ”in the window she sat weeping, and with each tear her life went seeping? what is she?” she watched the man struggle underneath the pressure, sweating profusely now. ”a widow?” really, that was his answer? lilith shook her head with a maniacle smirk, offering up the true answer. ”sorry, my dear….it’s a candle.” the mortal began to panic and lilith could see him looking around for an escape route…having none due to the fire. ”i….i…i changed my mind. i’m happy with my life now.” she ignored him, summoning a contract of parchment from a cloud of purple smoke. another wave of her hand and his finger was invisibly pricked, causing a few drops of blood to hit the ground. ”jonathon, you shall have five years of excellent fortune. at the end of those five years, we’ll see you in hell…sign here please.” he tried to run but lilith kept him in place, forcing his hand to sign the document as though an invisible force were holding it steady for him. ”lovely doing business with you.” with a snap of her fingers, the parchment dissipated the flames ceased. the man took off running to his car, getting in and speeding off in a hurry. he’d be a difficult one to track down in five years time but there was no escaping the inevitable.

being that she was already on earth and had little on her agenda for the night, lilith decided to wander and see what trouble she could conjure. a possession? natural disaster, perhaps? it had been a good while since she had last made a deal with anyone and it put her in a good mood. she was above the whole crossroads demon thing, reserving those ranks for the lower ranking demons, but she did find the occasional pleasure in it. kicking the dirt off the top of the box that the man had buried, she lifted it from its shallow grave. she tipped it over and let the contents fall to her feet, noting the skull of good size. clearly he had found it wandering in the woods somewhere, or perhaps even off a black market shop online….it was a jackal. it hadn’t been the first time someone had used this type of skull, especially with the small dogs being her associated creature. planting herself softly among the grass to the side of the road, lilith closed her eyes and mumbled a few faint words. it had taken only a matter of minutes for the canine to spring to life, and curl up to the side of the woman who gave it life once more. lilith stroked the fur of the archaic dog, glancing up at the full moon wistfully. it sure was a beautiful night to stir up trouble.

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[ALCIDE MCPHERSON]

When God is gone and the Devil takes hold
WHO WILL HAVE MERCY ON YOUR SOUL

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Alcide McPherson was pacing back and forth, his expression one of pure annoyance. The centuries old vampire had been annoyed more times than he could ever even begin to count, but this specific time... well, he was pretty sure it took the cake. His progeny Jocelyn had been out hunting, and had a run in with a hunter. Alcide had a pretty strict no-kill rule on himself and his progeny, but hunters were a different story entirely. Most of them were ruthless and would stop at nothing to kill him or Jocelyn or anyone like him, regardless of the fact that neither Alcide nor Jocelyn had taken a human life in centuries. It didn't matter to those bastards how a supernatural lived their lives, it only mattered that they weren't human, and if there was one group of beings Alcide hated... it was hunters. Thankfully, Jocelyn had managed to escape the hunter with both of their lives in tact, but the asshole had tailed her back to their home, and had broken in. He'd shot up a painting with wooden bullets that had been a gift from his Sire, Moria, and every time Alcide looked at it, his insides snarled with anger. He had been raised up as a vampire to believe that not killing humans was the safest way to live, so that's what he'd done, and that's what he'd taught his own progeny, but this fucker might just to have to die. The hunter was currently tied up in a chair and knocked out cold, with Joss looking after him. Alcide didn't want to kill him, simply for the fact that a missing hunter would only provoke his fellow hunters to come looking for him, but the vampire knew he sure as hell couldn't just let him go either.

Alcide scrubbed a hand over his face and growled slightly, kicking the door frame that led into the living room where the hunter was being kept. The overly strategic vampire really, really hated being backed into a corner, having his options dwindle down into nothing. "Ally, c'mere love." Joss was still in the living room and she'd just hardly whispered the words, but Alcide had still heard it perfectly. He walked back out into the room to see the hunter coming to and his fangs dropped from his gums at the scent of the hunter's blood. There was a decent sized wound on his cheekbone from where he'd been punched in the face--the blow that'd knocked him out--and a whole other mess of cuts and bruises from where Joss had roughed him up in their earlier tussle. All of his progeny's scrapes had already healed though, and she glanced up at him, eyebrow raised and he knew what she was asking him without her even having to say a word. So boss, whatta we gonna do with 'im?" He could even imagine the fake mafioso accent she'd tack on to the question--Joss had a flair for the overly dramatic. He shrugged his broad shoulders and cracked his neck from one side to the other before glancing back down to his progeny. "Well, lass, ya hungry?" he asked, Scottish accent lilting through his words, and Joss looked up at him. She was curled up on the couch, her legs tucked up under her, and at his question she unfurled herself and stood, glancing from the hunter back to him a few times. A smile turned up the corner of her lips and she raised another eyebrow at him. "Are you sayin' what I think you're saying?"

After the two vampires drained the hunter dry, they wrapped him up and Alcide threw him in the trunk of his car. He left Joss to clean up the mess they'd made in the house and he drove out until the city lights had faded in his rear-view mirror. He stopped at a rickety old looking water tower, just off to the left of the sort of crossroads you'd see in an old Western movie, and then parked his car a ways off the road, thanking God he'd picked a 4WD SUV instead of that stupid sports car Joss had her eye on. He got out of the car and opened the lift gate, grabbing the shovel that Joss had thrown in there with the dead bastard. Since being a vampire had its perks, it didn't take too long for him to dig a big enough hole to chuck the stiff into. He was throwing the shovel back into the trunk when he heard a car approaching, and he cursed a couple Gaelic words under his breath. There wasn't much of a reason for anyone to be out here besides hiding bodies, so he ducked behind his own car and waited, hoping the other person was just passing through.

When the car stopped and someone got out, Alcide scented the air, eyebrows furrowing when he realized it was just a human. He really didn't want to be caught out here next to a freshly dug hole in the ground and a shovel in his back seat, so he stayed put, listening closely and hoping the asshole was just stopping to take a piss or something. Luck just wasn't on Alcide's side tonight, and it would be the idiot human wanting to make a deal with a demon that would stumble into his crossroads. Alcide sighed, even more annoyed now then when he was earlier. He resigned himself to be there for a while, and sat down, back leaning against the passenger's side front tire. He closed his eyes and listened, practically laughing out loud when the idiot mortal called for Lilith. Either he really was a moron, or he had a serious death wish. Alcide stayed away from the lot of angels and demons, but that didn't mean he didn't know all about them. He certainly knew enough to know that he wouldn't want to bargain with the Queen of Hell, especially not for something as valuable as his soul--not that he had one anymore. But still, Alcide didn't want to screw around with either side of heaven & hell's little love spat, the vampire had enough problems of his own.

He sat quietly--well, mostly quietly--just listening to the deal being made. He had to stifle a laugh every now and then, especially when that idiot human knocked himself down to five years instead of ten, and by the time the deal was made and the human had run off, Alcide's mood had gone from pissed off to entirely amused. He waited a few moments for Lilith's presence to disappear, her scent to dissipate, but when it didn't, he became curious, and curiosity had always been Alcide's weakness. He stood to his full height and brushed himself off, circling the car to come around through the trees so that he could see the road, and there he saw the Queen of Hell--the embodiment of all things naughty herself sitting in the grass along the side of the road. His eyebrow quirked up in equal parts curiosity and amusement and he hopped down onto the gravel road, shoving his hands into his pockets. He was wearing a leather jacket, and the material made an interesting sound as he approached the demoness. His smile broadened and he called out from the opposite side of the crossroads, "Good night for stealin' souls, eh, lassy?" It was probably foolish of the vampire to tease a demon such as Lilith, but he'd never been the most prudent when it came to the desire to sate his curiosity. Jocelyn would be pissed at him if he ended up dead, but he shrugged the thought off and leaned up against a telephone pole and continued to smile at this unexpected guest to his crime scene.

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[LILITH]

YOUR BODY'S BUILT JUST LIKE A WEAPON
AND YOU'RE USING IT
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despite the prospect of mortal earth soon going to hell in a hand basket, the stunning demon seemed overly poised. she had utter confidence in her kind’s ability to prevail, and most of that derived from the love of herself. a handful of the demons in hell were fallen angels but the numbers were very slim. most of the disgusting, wretched things that went bump in the night were her children…monsters she had spawned in her anger over adam’s choices. he was such a sorry excuse for a husband, and god was such a horrid excuse for a ruler, that she saw fit to taint their world. and so, she did. she didn’t worry much about their fate in the impending doom, knowing that each one would return home had they been in trouble. after all, what did the hunters have? a few exorcism incantations and protection spells? hah! all that did was send her lovelies back to the pits of hell, where they could wait to one day escape once again. as long as pathetic mortals continued to seek out selfish help from the dark realm, they would always thrive.

the only thing that posed a threat for lilith was her current spouse: lucifer. she had never felt greater love, or lust, for any other being, that than for the ruler of hell. but her biggest battle of all was lying in the confrontations with him. though he let her rule at this side, which was more than she could say for adam, lilith had long since grown tired of such a small gesture. years of betrayal and the corruption of hell had caused her to go mad, foam at the mouth. no matter how much rein she was given, she was always looking to take more. knowing the demon, she probably wouldn’t have been happy until she had destroyed everyone in her wake. at that point, she’d sulk over having no one to overpower. even despite her love for her, she was determined to overcome him, to gain the recognition she so deserved. sure, everyone knew what a foul woman she was, but she was not considered nearly as powerful as her counterpart. perhaps that was the reason she found herself among the realm of the living tonight, aside from just the moron calling her name. whereas lucifer was locked away tight in his chambers and strategically planning, she was on the frontlines, searching for trouble.

being that she found herself in practically the middle of nowhere, she hadn’t much expected to be visited by anyone else. other demons, perhaps, may have wandered across this path in hopes that a mortal would have a soul to barter, that was probably the extent of it. she couldn’t say that she was always in the company of others, seeing as many of her own kind even chose to stray far from her. it appeared her husband was really the only one to somewhat enjoy her company; when they weren’t fighting, that is. some sought her out for her wisdom or to berate her as to what to do with their lives, but most just turned the other direction. she couldn’t say she minded, rather enjoying to do as she pleased without anyone standing in her way…in made less work for her. in addition, she was rather well known for going out of her way to agitate and insight fear into those who avoided her like the plague. and that’s just what she was: a plague.

the words that had cut through the air were not a surprise to her, partially because she had sensed the presence of the handsome man far before he came into view. a part of her had recognized his presence while locked into her conversation with the mortal, but the excitement over the moment had caused her to overlook it briefly. now that she was sitting on the ground and her adrenaline surge had died down, she was able to focus upon him completely. a devilish smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth as he spoke out to her, holding her tongue before she chose to return the comment. that was the thing about her; she always did things upon her own time, and catered to no one. it appeared rude to most, but no one had ever dared to call her out on it. lucifer was the only one who dared to scold her for her ignorance, but returning it with his own. the jackal at her side sprang up from it’s lying position, baring its teeth at the newcomer as to protect the woman who gave it life once more. ”easy, my pet. this one looks quite interesting.” she cooed to the canine, letting her delicate fingers sift through its fur as it settled back down. it was the calmness, and mock kindness in her voice that was the most disturbing part about her, having known the things she was capable. make no mistake, she may have been beautiful, but she was all about the morbidity.

lilith made no indications of standing, having no fear for this stranger…and once again, coming off as arrogant. a soft sigh passed through her lips before she glanced up at him full, making it quite obvious that she was looking him over. not what she expected, but she sure as hell wasn’t complaining…no, not complaining at all. ”depends. are you offering yours up?” by the looks of him, she sure as hell wouldn’t mind corrupting him a bit. then again, he didn’t look like a goody-two-shoes as it was. with here interest piqued, she pulled herself up from the earth and eased toward him. she moved swiftly but with a poised manner, almost as though she were gliding. with a smirk still painted across her face, she began to circle him, letting a finger run from one shoulder to the other. she knew exactly what he was, purely from sense alone…and the slight scent of stale blood upon him. perhaps that was why he was so attractive. aside from her kind, the vampires always seemed to have the prettiest faces, and he was no exception. as she circled around the telephone pole he was leaning up against, she stopped before him, appearing completely off guard. but if he chose to attack, she’d be ready in a minute. ”so who was it you were enjoying this evening? pity you didn’t share.” her voice was cool, referring to the old scent of blood upon him. mind you, she didn’t enjoy blood like the vampires did, but she enjoyed poking and prodding the personal lives of others. ”bit bold, aren’t we?” the subject shifted quickly, speaking in response to the fact that he chose to approach her without fear. she liked that.

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[ALCIDE MCPHERSON]

When God is gone and the Devil takes hold
WHO WILL HAVE MERCY ON YOUR SOUL

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Lilith looked about as uninterested in him as a creature could ever be when he first spoke, only paying attention to the little dog at her side. His cocky smirk stayed put on his lips even as the animal hopped up and growled at him, and he didn't even bat an eyelash at the display. When the demoness finally spoke, his brow raised slightly at the gentleness of her voice, partly surprised and partly amused at how lady-like the Queen of Hell was turning out to be. He'd heard story after story of what a ruthless bitch Lilith was, and that's exactly what he'd expected. The scent of her was strangely intoxicating--she smelled like a fantastic mix of a very well aged cognac and the scent on silk sheets right after particularly dirty sex, and there were these notes of pure power in her scent... If he had been a gambling man, Alcide would have put good money on Lilith's blood tasting simply amazing. When she finally answered his question, her response made the vampire chuckle. He crossed his arms over his broad chest and eyed the demon. "I 'aven't been in possession of a soul in a very, very long time, Your Highness," he said, Scottish accent coloring his words. No matter how much time he spent away from Scotland, he had always retained the accent. It was as much a part of him as anything else, and it reminded him of Moria, and of home.

Lilith stood and began to move toward him, and he remained leaning against the pole, expression unaffected, posture casual. If he was being honest with himself, Lilith intimidated him a little, and truly, there wasn't much that scared the centuries old creature anymore. Her presence was as powerful as it was intoxicating, but he kept himself looking strong and unfazed. He'd learned over the centuries that if there was one thing he was fearfully good at, it was laughing in the face of danger. If nothing else, he'd go out fighting and damn everything else. The demoness began to circle around him, letting one of her delicate fingers trace across his shoulders and even through his clothing, her touch sparked electric against his skin. She asked him who he had been enjoying earlier on in the evening, and he scoffed a little. His encounter with that fucking hunter had been just about the farthest thing from enjoyable he could imagine. The blood was tainted by his hatred and had tasted about as stale as it now smelled on him. "Someone who very much deserved to 'ave 'is throat ripped out. He fucked with my progeny and ruined one of my Monet paintings," he said, shaking his head, his upper lip pulling back in a disgusted snarl.

He was probably more annoyed about his painting than Joss getting hurt--she was more than capable of taking care of herself--but either way the hunter had sealed his fate when he'd followed her home. Alcide wasn't a killer by nature, even though his every instinct screamed at him to quench his thirst by ripping out the throats of every human he came across when he was hungry. That hollow aching in the back of his throat that had plagued him from the moment he was made to now had never once left him, but over the years it had dulled, and was no longer the fiery burning of his younger days. He was much better at controlling himself these days, especially around things that smelled as good as Lilith did, and he knew much better than to even think about attacking the demon. She was very much a woman in every way, from her lovely blonde hair to the way her full lips curled up in a sort of morbid curiosity of her own about him, but he would never ever underestimate her. He knew what kind of power she possessed, and he both feared and respected it. He wasn't about to get involved with Heaven and Hell's little bitch-fight, but it certainly wouldn't hurt him to be on the Queen of Hell's good side.

She told him he was bold, and the smarmy smirk resurfaced. He was bold, and he'd always been that way, at least when it came to things he was curious about, or things he wanted for himself. He didn't beat around the bush when he wanted to know something, and even though he chose not to kill the people he fed off of, that didn't mean that the vampire was weak or gentle by any means. He'd been cruel and tortured his fair share of mortals and other supernaturals alike in the past, and had killed for his Sire and his progeny more times than he'd like to count. Alcide didn't refrain from killing out of respect for mortal life like Moria, he did so to protect himself and Jocelyn from getting caught and staked by hunters, so if it came down to it, he had no qualms with murder. So yes, he was bold, and he'd never apologize for it. "I s'pose you coul' say tha'," he said, pushing himself up off the pole and standing to his full height. Lilith was tall for a woman, and she held herself well, but the vampire still had to look down to meet her eyes. "I tend ta be curious by nature, and look what I've found tonight! Who am I ta resist the pull of such a provocative presence?' The vampire took a step closer so there was only a few inches of space between them, and he inhaled, his eyes closing in pleasure. "Yeh smell absolutely... delectable," he said, and he meant it as the highest form of a compliment. For a vampire, their baser senses were everything, and when something smelled as good as Lilith did, well hell, they were definitely worth sticking around for a chat.

"I don't s'pose yeh've got any plans tonight, eh lass?" he asked and raised an eyebrow. He had a feeling that if anyone knew how to have a good time, it was the Queen of Hell, and it'd been a while since the vampire had last cut loose and allowed himself to enjoy the simple pleasures in life. "I've got a car over there and now that there's no more dead body in it, I'd be happy ta give yeh a ride inta town," he offered with a wink. Joss most definitely would not be happy about him hanging out with someone as dangerous as Lilith, but his progeny was still young compared to him, and he knew how to take care of himself, even if Jocelyn thought he was being an idiot. He didn't currently fear for his life, or else he probably wouldn't have just asked a demon if she wanted to go cause trouble with him. It was a strange and somehow liberating experience for Alcide to be around someone who was potentially stronger and more powerful than him, as it was usually him who held all the experience in his encounters with others, and he had a feeling that before the night was over, Lilith might very well kick his ass.

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[LILITH]

YOUR BODY'S BUILT JUST LIKE A WEAPON
AND YOU'RE USING IT
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if there was anything that was simply terrifying about the queen of hell, it was her deceptive nature. with the immense power she wielded, she by no means needed to resort to such trickery and illusions. but to her, there was nothing more fun than catching people with their guards down. seldom had she chose to strike someone down without playing with her food first, only resorting to such actions when she was angered or careless. she was god knows how old, so therefore, she had to find some way to entertain herself each and every day. it was her sheer beauty which really threw people off track. she was a creation of god, one that was meant to please adam in every way. with her platinum hair, delicately set features, and molded boy, she seemed like the perfect woman to the naked eye…or at least pretty damn close to it. when many pictured lilith, the imagined an ugly monster with black hair and black everything to match. that couldn’t have been farther from the truth. for the only things truly ugly was her personality and the only thing dark was her soul.

though she shouldn’t have been with someone she considered inferior to her (because she thought she was above everyone), she couldn’t help but be highly amused. they had only been speaking for a few brief moments and already, he had managed to snag his attention. he didn’t pose as a threat to her and thus far, she saw more fun in her dirty flirting than inflicting pain upon him. perhaps she’d see where this went. she clucked her tongue as he referenced his soul, doubting he was completely without morals. if he was, she’d have been after him long ago to join her ranks. it wasn’t often she called upon the supernatural to do her biding, but there were perks to working with the bloodsuckers. ”funny, i think i would have remembered seeing yours.” well, it wasn’t like she kept track of everyone that entered through her gates. if they came in, they never left…and that was all she gave a flying fuck about. the only persons of real interest to her, or the souls anyway, were the ones in which were tortured day in and day out. hunters were the vast majority of those, especially the ones who sent her children back home. it wasn’t easy for a demon to escape hell and she took offense when hunters exorcised them. ”and so polite…sounds like you could use some corrupting.” who was she kidding? she loved when people referred to her as royalty…almost as much as she loved how people quivered in fear of her. this little lady had a ridiculous ego on her.

if there was anything that lilith’s body language was displaying, it was certainly comfort and carelessness. as she stood before the vampire, she rested against one leg, the other cocked slightly. she ran a finger through her hair, appearing as though she was uninterested in him. in part, this was how she typically acted, but the other half was disguising her mild curiosity toward the masculine figure. she didn’t have to worry about an attack on her life, or so she assumed, and even if one came, she could easily combat it. the demoness had been subject to many attempts to destroy her over her many centuries and no one had come even relatively close thus far. she couldn’t contain her slight laugh at his mention of a painting, finding the comment more amusing than she probably should have. ”i wouldn’t hang anything of that man’s in my home, if i were you.” a maniacal glint sparked in her eye, leaving his mind to wander over the possibilities. ”seldom does a man become that successful without a little help.” claude monet’s obituary may have stated he died of lung cancer, but she knew otherwise. he was just another petty man looking for a gift. in her opinion, asking to be an artist wasn’t anything spectacular anyway.

unlike a vampire, who’s need to feed was derived from the basic instinct of hunger, lilith had no rhyme or reason to those she chose as her victims. she fed of the energy of the souls that poured through the gates of hell, but she didn’t need them to thrive. she was a sole entity, not to be reasoned or reckoned with. she took what she believed was hers and even the things she knew she shouldn’t have. the idea of couldn’t or can’t was just simply nonexistent. despite her dainty appearance, those who were wise knew better than to take beauty into consideration when it came to her power. the taste of blood to her was sour, but that hadn’t meant she didn’t enjoy seeing it seeping from those in her wake. and while flesh was not her thing either, she certainly loved seeing it burned before her eyes. she was one sadistic little fucker, wrapped up in a neat little package. but perhaps her most favorite means of inflicting pain were the dozens of tattoos that were scattered over her porcelain skin. with just enough adrenaline coursing its way through her veins, the seemingly inanimate ink would pop to life. the fox, the serpents, the crow…each one with their own specialties. her favorites, however, did wonders for her entertainment. two scarabs, placed just shy of her collarbones, could spring to life instantly and wriggle themselves into flesh. biting and sucking, they could decay a body and leave the soul intact for their mistress…all within a matter of moments. yes, she did love her methods.

lilith could appreciate those who faced her…to an extent, anyway. but there was a very fine line between seeing promise in an individual and wanting to obliterate another. at this point, she took note of the way the vampire conducted himself, showing little concern for his company. but if he overstepped his bounds and grew too cocky, she would strike in an instant. however, she doubted that moment would come. though he was confident in his behavior, she didn’t take him for an idiot. at least, she hoped things wouldn’t turn south. when she was angered, there was no use in extinguishing her rage…not until after she was through with her punishment. but she rather liked this man so far, or at least tolerated him. but a large part of it derived from her need for sexual activities, even if it was just heavy petting. though she loved her dear lucifer, she was a far cry from faithful to him.

even as he rose to full height to meet her gaze, lilith remained unfaltering in her position. her azure gaze swept over his chiseled features, taking a moment to note just how handsome he actually was. yes, he would do. she certainly wouldn’t mind him joining her ranks, though she doubted that would happen. if she had chosen to, it wouldn’t have been the first time she had forced someone’s hand. but honestly, you simply couldn’t mimic true loyalty. lilith leaned in slightly, standing a few inches from him. she let her breath hover over his ear as she whispered into it, letting her scent intoxicate him. she mothered each and every single succubus that roamed the earth; it was only natural she harbored some of those intentions herself. ”i taste even better.” her lips brushed against his cheek roughly as she pulled back from him. she was playing a game with herself, daring herself to keep her wild desires under control…at least for now.

destruction and lust were the only things she enjoyed…she’d let him choose which one would keep her entertained tonight. without so much as a visible gesture from the demon, the serpent on her forearm became a three dimensional object, coiling its way around until its head rested at the crest of her pretty little neck. grabbing the reptile’s head, she pressed it to her neck, letting its fangs sink into her flesh. without so much as an expression change, she pulled it back, letting it go so that it rested across her shoulders. the serpent was large, almost so large that it was abnormal to see such a dainty woman holding it. her crimson blood stained her opposing white skin, running down her neck and soaking into her shirt. the wound was small and most likely wouldn’t have bled for long on its own, but she forced it to drip, taunting him. she herself had a difficult time controlling her lust, but she couldn’t help but want to destroy the restraints of others. mortal women had their bodies to use to get men to let go…she not only had that, but also insatiable power. it wasn’t necessarily even a sexual gesture she was making…she just wanted to see him squirm. ”i taste even better.” she repeated once more, stroking the head of the serpent as she stared at him.

as she waited for a reaction from, she couldn’t help but comment on his last retort. yes, he was definitely bold. she supposed her slightly whorish ways preceded her, but that hadn’t meant she would fall into the lap of just anyone. clearly, he was a worthy contender, however. ”too bad the dead body’s not there anymore.” her life revolved around death and taking lives…one dead body didn’t faze her. ”if i’m getting in anyone’s care, it sure as hell wouldn’t be for a ride to town.” aside from the fact she could appear anywhere she wanted at any time, she knew a ride to town was not what she had hopes for.

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tagged - - - alcide.
notes - - - she's such a slutbag.
lyrics - - - move your body ,, my darkest days.
word count - - - 1606.

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[ALCIDE MCPHERSON]

When God is gone and the Devil takes hold
WHO WILL HAVE MERCY ON YOUR SOUL

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Lilith looked completely bored and for some reason Alcide liked that. Somehow, it put his mind at ease, because he figured if the both of them were just relaxed and talking, he wasn't going to have to do any fighting or fleeing, and that made him happy, because the whole of his curiosity about the demoness had yet to be sated. She made a comment about how she would remember seeing his soul and he only chuckled in response--the opinions of supernaturals and the states of their souls was one that was up for debate for him. Moria truly believed that vampires and lycans still had their souls in tact, but Alcide just wasn't so sure. He didn't feel like he had a soul. There was no moral obligation behind all of the humans he'd spared in the past, it was simply him looking out for his own best interest, and the best interests of those he had sworn to protect. He didn't care about other vampires (except for his kindred, of course), he really didn't care about lycans and the lives of humans were so insignificant to him that he saw them more as cattle than as sentient creatures. But still, whether he was in possession of a soul or not wasn't the topic of the evening, so he let her comment go, and smirked wickedly instead when she said he could use some corrupting. Alcide was equal parts curious and not curious where Lilith's method's of corrupting were concerned. He certainly wouldn't mind watching her corrupt someone else, but whether or not he'd want to be the one corrupted was an entirely different matter.

She asked about his meal and he told her about his progeny and the painting, and when she hinted at Monet having made a little deal with the devil, he chuckled. "I care little about how he managed ta make such pretteh paintings, only that they're pretteh. And the painting had much more sentimental value because of the person who gave it ta me, rather than the author of the work itself," he explained coolly. If she was serious about monsieur Claude Monet's dirty little secret, he had to admit he would be a little surprised. It made him wonder about the other pioneers in the art world and if their methods for becoming so successful were as insidious. Who knows how many successful people in the world had made dark little deals with Lilith herself? It made his mind wander for a moment, but he was soon called back to the present when the demoness leaned forward and whispered seductively into his ear, her full lips grazing against the side of his cheek, and he let his grin spread across his own mouth. He had absolutely no doubt whatsoever that she tasted better than she smelled, and he was about to make some sort of witty retort when the demoness seemingly called forth one of her tattoos to the living world. Alcide raised a brow, impressed, and watched as she let the serpent coil around her skin.

He'd never seen anything quite like the display Lilith was putting on right now, and when the snake sunk its fangs into the supple flesh of her neck, Alcide couldn't help his own fangs dropping from his gums. The scent of her fresh blood in the air triggered the natural response from his body, and it's not like he was ashamed. He wasn't going to jump her and try to drink from her without her permission... no, Alcide wasn't an idiot. He imagined she'd gotten some of the reaction she'd wanted when he dropped fang, and he'd let that be it for now. He kept his smirk smarmy, but his eyes couldn't help but trace the lovely curve of her long, elegant neck and the blood that ran down it. It was a beautiful sight, to be sure, and Alcide was the first to appreciate beauty in the world--even if it did come from such an unlikely source. When she repeated the sentiment that she did indeed taste better than she smelled, Alcide nodded in agreement, and took a couple steps to the left, circling around so that he stood behind her. His movements were slow and fluid, and he made each with great care. He positioned himself so that the front of his body was just a breath away from the back of hers, and he raised a finger, hooking it around her lovely mass of platinum locks. He pushed the hair over so that it tumbled down the front of the shoulder that wasn't dripping blood, his own breath lightly dancing along the curve of her neck and the bend of her jawline, and with the softest of touches, he drew a digit along the little stream of the ruby red liquid that ran down her throat. Minding the snake that was still set across her shoulders, he finished his circle until he was standing back in front of her, the tip of his finger still shimmering red, and he brought it to his mouth. He let his tongue lap up the little bit of blood he'd managed to gather, and his eyes closed, appreciating just how good it really did taste.

When the blood was gone, he let his hand drop back down to his side, and he opened his eyes again, fanged smile still alight on his handsome face. "You weren't lyin'," he said with a laugh, and crossed his arms back over his chest. It was probably a bold move on his part, but hadn't he just said that he was bold? If she wanted to punish him for tasting her, well, there wasn't a lot he could do about it, but even that tiny sampling would be worth it. Alcide honestly couldn't think of anything he'd ever had that was better than Lilith's blood, so he couldn't bring himself to regret it. She said that it was too bad the body was gone, and the Scot laughed again. "Humans start to stink if ya keep 'em around for too long," he said, and he knew it from experience. The first time Jocelyn had ever fed after he'd turned her, she'd killed the poor schmuck she was feeding on, and she'd felt so guilty she couldn't bring herself to dispose of him even though Alcide had commanded that she get rid of him. Of course, Joss being the pig-headed woman she is refused, and the body stayed in their house for a week and by that time, he stunk so bad it was just too much for the vampire's preternatural senses. Joss hadn't pulled a stunt like that on him since.

Lilith's comment about the activities she would and wouldn't be doing in his car actually made him chuckle again, and he put his hands on his hips. "I think you've misunderstood me, lassy. I've got this place back in town, and I have liquor and a bed there, ya see, a very large bed. Much more room than a car in the middle of no where, my lady, and all the better to entertain you with," he said, and he grinned at her, hoping she understood his meaning. He was a tall guy, and if Lilith wanted from him what he was thinking she wanted, he was more than prepared to provide for her, but the back of a car? It seemed to him to be a little cramped. He could do a hell of a lot more providing given an adequate amount of space. "It's not too far from here, and ya can't just leave a Porsche in the middle o' nowhere and expect it to be there when ya get back." He dug out the keys to the car from his pocket and twirled them around one of his fingers, and then raised a suggestive brow at his companion.

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[LILITH]

YOUR BODY'S BUILT JUST LIKE A WEAPON
AND YOU'RE USING IT
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whether or not it was a soul that came from the supernatural, or something else, did not matter to lilith. whether it was a soul or their body in whole, they were not excluded from the things she took. seldom had she seen a vampire or lycan grace her doorstep, but it wasn’t unheard of. still, she had few in her ‘army’ and was always savoring more. after becoming part of the rank of the living dead, the supernatural of the world saw little reason to offer their soul up for any worldly possession. lycans lived like wild dogs, hardly ever needing anything of any value. and what they did want or need, they simply used their power to obtain. as for vampires, each one had their own special compelling abilities that could allowed them to lay their greasy little fingers on just about anything their dead hearts desired. so what was the use in contacting a demon? well, there was none. thus, hell had very few like alcide on its side. but lilith had been trying to change that since before this whole war shebang was just a whisper from someone’s mouth. the demoness was well aware that the war had sparked between the bloodsuckers and the flesheaters, but leave it up to her to get her little brown nose involved. what the vampires and lycans didn’t understand was that she could easily overcome either side…but that wasn’t her objective: the angels were. with the help of either supernatural side, and especially the hybrids, she could be the supreme queen of everything in existence. it was a wild and outrageous thought, but that was nothing short of how lilith thought. souls had always been a part of her life, but they would be useless against the light…what she really need was a force with power behind it.

”i didn’t take you as the artsy type.” it was a comment that was far too tame for her, but she voiced her thought anyway. what she took him as was the ‘good in bed type’, which was something she could appreciate…if that was all she could appreciate from him. ”but i would like to see more of your work.” she hinted, referring to his meal making of the hunter. hunters were fair game for anyone, even her kind, but she wondered how he’d react around his counterpart species. did he hate lycans as well? and what about the angels? the problems with the angels was that even the supernatural rarely believed in them…if only they knew the corruption that lay in the hands of their god and ‘guardian angels’. it was all a joke, really. he by no means had anything to prove to her, but as usual, lilith was constantly observing and scrutinizing those she came in contact with. so far, she was amused with this vampire as he conducted himself well around her. not to mention, he wasn’t bad on the eyes either. if nothing came out of this little chat but a few hours in the bedroom, she wouldn’t mind…but a part of her knew she’d be disappointed if she couldn’t get him to work along side her(or rather below her, of course). after all, most knew what happened to those who chose to reject the queen of hell. it was really too bad he was simply a vampire…such an unworthy race in her opinion.

if one could get past their fear of lilith, it was easy to see just how creative she could be. stirring up trouble was the name of her game, even if it were just in subtle ways. being the queen of hell didn’t stop her from being a showoff, and displaying what a brilliant game player she was. riddles and black magic were nothing short of the things up her sleeves, but of course, her ink was her favorite. a majority of the black ink contrasting against her pale skin was anti-exorcism symbols, protecting her if she were to possess anyone. but the rest of the dozen tattoos that littered her skin were for pure entertainment, just like the serpent. some served to protect her (even though her powers were more than enough), while others aided in any evil deed she sought to carry out. ”they never resist…” she chuckled lightly as the vampire neared her, remaining frozen in her stance. many would have used this opportunity to attack, but that notion was idiotic. lilith remained as calm as can be, mostly because she knew nothing could come her way that she couldn’t handle. and as she had hoped, she received just the reaction she desired from him. this man clearly wasn’t trying to fight off the urge to feed, like some she had come across. the reaction wasn’t quite what she was expecting, but perhaps she enjoyed it more. she couldn’t help but lean into him slightly as he found her skin, forcing herself to suppress the shiver that wanted to run down her spine. yes, this was exciting. the air was as calm as lilith appeared, but a storm could easily have been brewing.

had lilith been less interested in him, she would have used the charade as a reason to punish him (not that she ever needed a reason to punish anyone). instead, it only served to excite her more. ”its funny how people are always surprised how truthful i am.” she smirked at his comment. it was true, she rarely lied. she knew how to twist words and pull riddles from thin air, but she rarely told a flat out lie. it was far too fun frightening people with the bold, ugly truth. lilith had never been one to enjoy blood, other than seeing it, so she wondered how it compared to others. ”was it what you expected?” her words had an edge to them, almost like a joke, but a part of her was curious. did she taste corrupted and decayed? or was her blood like a sweet, deadly ambrosia? its not like she needed to know, or would ever find out for herself, but he appeared as though he were enjoying himself. ”that’s why i stick to souls.” truth was, neither she nor lucifer had a good use for a dead body. when a soul was taken, the body usually stayed behind on earth….that’s where cancer, heart attacks, and such came into play.

it was safe to say that lilith was a bit of a freak, in more than one way. as much as she enjoyed her death and destruction, she liked rough, wild things in the bedroom. for some reason, she didn’t think that the vampire would disappoint her. still, she couldn’t completely tell if he were joking or serious about his offer. a bedroom and a mortal inebriant like liquor seemed too mundane for her. ”and i’ve been hearing all these crazy stories about you vampires…it’s a shame, i was thinking more along the lines of somewhere exciting.” her words taunted him, gaze flickering with a devilish look. ”like hell, perhaps.” though she had not gotten the whole point across, she wanted him in her chambers…to stay for good. "here i am, inviting you to my home...and i don't even know who you are."

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tagged - - - alcide.
notes - - - blahhh, sorry had too many drinks, haha just tired
lyrics - - - move your body ,, my darkest days.
word count - - - 1194.

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