The specter grinned, patting it’s kin on the shoulder.
W͝e’̴l͘l͟ g̀o̶ c̢ut ̨the̢ ̧l̢i͞ttle͢ fu̸c͠ker o͠ff,̡ ̧so ͠y̧ou ̛ca͞n҉ tąk͞e ̸’im a͟fte̢r̴war͝d͝s~
And, without so much as a backwards glance, it ran off, searching for the blonde boy. Looking… looking. THERE.
It circled around, before meeting him face to face, and grinned.
He followed suit, quiet as always, then took a step forward to advance towards the young blonde. Crimson hues scanning his features as he assessed him— they weren’t allowed to kill, and the specter only needed to feed off of the negative emotions. He had to be tortured, either mentally of physically.
《.. You should have known better than to stop running, boy.》
Scanning the area as well, the specter grimaced. It would have to rely on visuals ONLY to be able to spot a target….
The͝r͡ę.̛ We’ve̴ ͠got oné.͜ ͝Litt̸l̨e ̧b̢lo̕n̡de kid.́ ̀F̧rom͡ ̷our͢ ̀h̷o͢st̀’͘s m̀ęm͜or̡y…̡ hi͢s ̸ńàm̕e͞ ͟i̴s ҉A͜lle̢n͜. ̡S̢o͞me̡ k̶in͘d ̨of ͢s͘e̡rv̡a̴nt.
Not an ideal target, but he would do for now…
A servant, just like this specter’s host. How amusing. And he seemed so.. delectable. That sadness, the regret— he seemed to be filled with those types of emotion that drew the specters to him. He would make a fine meal, but would he be enough for two?
Silent, he took a step into the shadow and seemed to have dissipated, only to appear behind the boy in a flash, a smirk on his lips. His voice cool and smooth as always, only lowered by the influence of the specter.
《I would run if I were you.》
A game of chase— it made the specter lick his lips, he wanted to see the desperation on his face.
The specter nodded, smirking. Already, he knew he had found a GOOD ally. His other brethren had occupied too weak a being. One that had been too much of a coward to truly let go and kill. But the body this one occupied… had no such inhibitions. In fact, it seemed to crave bloodshed as much as its host had, in its past live.
Dam̨n ͠r̶ig͟h́t.̴ ̶We’ve ͏bee̸n̨ ̢m͘ea͜n̷i̸n’ t͏a dy͏e ̢ţh̀is̶ s̵ui͜t r̀e̴d̶ ͠wįt̴h ̸b̕lood, anyway̷s…
A smile, and it searched its surroundings for people.
N͠ow͞,͜ ͟t̡a f͝i͝n͘d ̕so͟me ̢p̡eo͘ple͠ wi͘tḩ m̕e͜at o͘n͟ ̸th̷e͢i̴r b͡o҉ńes…͘
A curt nod, then the specter looked over his shoulder, nonchalant as his host has been, and drew in a deep breath— the intermingling scents assaulted his senses, then sorted them out to see which were human, demon, or the little creatures that lurked the area.
He simply wanted to tear someone asunder, be it physically or mentally, it didn’t matter.
《With this circus, it shouldn’t be hard with the amount of people.. there are all sorts of humans around, just waiting for us to claim them.》
The specter walked gleefully, and yet it searched. For it’s brothers. It’s allies. The ones who it shared a mind and soul with… and who would help it bring death to this circus.
Then… it saw the other. Another like itself. Already, its skin was being tinged gray, its eyes turning a bright red… or had they already been that way? Nevertheless, it was one of its kind in there… but it was struggling. This one was strong-willed. Fighting back.
It walked over and grinned at the being.
“T̸ḩis͞ ͟o̵n̴e’s̢ ̨d͏am̛n ̀s̵tro̴ng͟,͠ ͘ain̴’̨t ͡he͜?”
《Nothing we couldn’t handle.》
Something.. there was a connection between them. They were the same, it seemed. Trapped in their current predicament. He didn’t mind. He wanted— no, needed a reason to let loose. So he let it take over completely.
And his smile changed, lips curling up to a grin as he let a chuckle escape his throat. It was lower, colder, and much more bone-chilling compared to his normal one. He had truly let himself go.
But there was that will, nagging him that he couldn’t attack that being by him. They were allies.
《Shall we go off to have our meal, then?》
The beats of her heart were merely acting as a time clock, measuring every step she was taking. The exorcist clearly listened to the annoying sound the bump, second per second a slightly ‘tic that made her to feel uneasy in the new environment she was being involved.
With a blade in her hand, she hadn’t nothing to fear…yet the great amount of danger was increasing. And the only melody was the repeated pounding on her chest.The red-haired woman was still on her kind of quest to find her students. Probably she was still cursing everything and everyone…
And then, a noise distracted her of her thoughts… someone was there too.
A sudden pressure nearest was screaming her to just keep moving, however giving a look wouldn’t hurt in this case. Maybe he have seen her student by any chance…maybe not. Damn with everything, if she do any mistake then she can easily fix it, right? Always having confidence , even if she screwed up things.
” Hey! You there! “
Who was this weird guy? Another question was there too, one more reasonable to ask..was he an ally or enemy? Vague question, but as hell if she was going to waste her time by doubting or talking too much.
Shura had usually her ideas more clear but this time was completely different.
She mustn’t lose herself. That’s all.
.. A woman?
It would have to do for now, the soft-bodied female should be able to satisfy his growing hunger. But even so. Would a woman be able to provide? Would she last? Or would she break before he even got what he wanted?
He would just have to see.
《A lady such as yourself shouldn’t be wandering the streets right now, who knows what could happen to you..?》
— Ah, but she seemed different.
Sebastian was experienced when it came to fighting, so with a better look at the confident woman.. It seemed as if there was more to what meets the eye. Maybe he had found a worthy prey after all.
This should be fun.
《The place is filled with various villains..》
He would have to toy with her a little, to show his butler facade and break her mentally, then force her into a fight whether she wanted it or not. He wanted to see what she was capable of as a wielder of a sword.
《.. do you think you can handle being out here, like that?》
A demon’s whisper is capable of a lot of things.
A demon— that’s what he was. No matter how much he tried to restrain it, there was always a side to him that was begging to be released, to be let loose.
He wanted to tear things apart, to taste, to feel, to see the metallic fluid that kept mortals alive.
He wanted to see it all, the insides of the pathetic little creatures that groveled and crawled on the face of the planet— their existence, feeble and weak, nothing compared to what he was.
He wanted to hear them scream.
To cry out for help.
To paint the scenery with red. Let their cries be music to this twisted ball.
They were meals, that’s all they were to him now. Their souls just sitting there, waiting for him to take them away.
The butler bared his fangs in a sadistic grin, trying to calm his urges, his needs to give in— but it seemed that there was something there. Something breaking all those restraints until all control is lost.
He will wreak havoc like the demon he is.
Without another thought, he licked along his lips slowly. Already shuddering in anticipation for some fun— then searched. Who should he play with before devouring? It has been so long..
A silhouette caught his attention at the corner of his eyes, crimson irises glowing in excitement before throwing several of his knives— all well-aimed, for the shadow’s feet. He would play first, much like a feline would.
When someone is possessed their skin color is dark-greyish and their eyes blood red.)
The specters are a hive mind (Often refering to themselves as ‘we’) But in some cases specters will refer to themselves as I. These cases are:
A. When the person possessed (Or memory) is a natural lone wolf and as such distances itself from the rest based on the possessed person’s traits.
B. The person possessed (Or memory) is incredibly arrogant. To the point where they fancy themselves a god. As such they won’t acknowledge that the ‘Main Specter’ is their superior and acts of their own will (Which is the hidden dark desires of the person possessed).
However, they are still afflicted by their powerful urge to cause harm unto others.
Specters also retain the memories, traits, quirks, personality, etc of the person they’re possessing. (For example, if Sho was possessed and turned into a specter his specter self would know everything Sho knows. Even knowledge on friends and things about them which he could use to mess with their heads if they ever fought. Sho himself would be aware that he’s being possessed but can’t do anything about it. Not that he would want to since the feeling of having so much power to cause destruction would corrupt him.).
People who are possessed by specters are limited to roleplaying as their specter forms. Only when they’re defeated can they assume their regular forms again.
A powerfully brooding, malevolent aura began to fill the atmosphere with tension as Kurikara continued to reawaken fully, as if it were a dog being let loose freely after months of captivity. In reality, Rin had only stayed within the complex for two weeks at most, but the mental feeling of being there much longer seemed to disturb both him and his weapon. At this moment in time, he was being influenced by both his overwhelmingly dark urges as well as the Koumaken.
Keeping his distance, the boy’s growling soon began lessening as the man’s calm personality rubbed off on him—wait…! Did this man just confess to being a demon as well? A strange predicament, indeed, considering there were either two options at this point. Either converse and figure out what exactly the butler wanted in return or meet the man with apprehension yet again. Tensing up at his words, he said.
“「So you’re a demon, eh? Sorry to say, but I’m not interested in chit-chat or activities that ‘our kind’ take a part of.」”
It seemed as though the teenager took the abrasive route, now tightening his grip yet again. Now it made sense. The overtly nice routine was simply a ruse. Confusedly, the male’s dark blue eyes lit up, reflecting the same color scheme as his fiery wisps. Gritting his teeth, Okumura further growled as if he were some kind of monster. All of the negativity he had rid himself of during his stay in the circus seemed to come spiraling down upon him yet again.
“「If you’re a demon, ya must know what these flames mean.. don’t you, Se-bas-tian? What do you wanna do? See me in action? Try to manipulate me? If so, get in line.」”
Every demon either feared him, hated him, or worshiped him for a simple fact that he could never control. The power lying deep within seemed to slowly calm itself down as it’s master relieved himself of unnecessary tension by talking. The growling soon began to die down as his hand remained wrapped around Kurikara’s hilt.
“「I guess what I’m tryin’ to say here is… what do you want from me?」”
"In all honesty.."
"— I don’t know what the blue flames symbolizes. In my particular dimension, no one possesses such a trait. Which is why I am here to inquire, so to speak."
How hot-blooded. Like a cornered beast with his fangs bared and ready to claw his way out of the hole he had been forced in. He was assessing the situation in his mind, however. The threat was his sword— would he be useless without it just like any swordsmen? Or did he possess other traits that he should be aware of..?
"There was one, a case that my young master and I have taken up not too long ago, but it turns out that the reasoning behind it was purely science. For you, however.. it’s different."
Though he spoke as if it was supposed to symbolize something of great importance. Was it dangerous? Or did it serve as something else in his dimension?
As far as his knowledge went— a flame with a blue color is the hottest kind, or at least that was how it worked with stars. Did that mean that he had a considerable amount of power? He was curious now, he wanted to know— to see for himself. But he had put it on himself to abide by his aesthetics, and he wont attack unless given a proper reason, or commanded by his bocchan directly.
"Truthfully, I only came to see the commotion. It is rather hard to miss such a spectacle, Mister Okumura. I do apologize if I was interrupting something."
He tried not to let his lip quirk up to his trademark smirk, but ended up letting a soft chuckle escape him instead. The teen must’ve gone through a lot if that was what he assumed from the get-go. He was half right, however. He had no intentions of manipulating him, just to see what he was capable of doing with the flames, or at least what they meant— since he did hint to it as being significant.
Simple curiosity— but even he knew that it killed the cat. But he can’t help but want to follow into the footsteps of those creatures he so adored, worshiped, and cherished.