Suiren
Suiren waited patiently as the tea was prepared, and during it she thought about this “Butler”. He was interesting, very respectful and simple from what she has gathered so far. That was good, she liked simple.
And then the tea was done and put in front of her, and slowly she reached out and picked up the cup. She inhaled the steam and let out a sigh, before taking a small sip of the liquid. It was warm, the warmth flowing through her body, counteracting the cold of the snow.
She lowered the cup from her lips and closed her eyes, allowing her mind to become calm for a moment. Peace, warmth, calm, the softly falling snow all around them.
Her eyes opened slightly as she looked at the liquid in the cup with her barely opened eyes. She was a picture of grace and peace. A far cry from her brilliant and excited smile she often wore. In this moment you could tell there was far more to this woman then her love of battle.
“Thank you very much. The tea is very soothing.” She said in a subdued manner, then she softly put the tea back on the table, “So, what is it you wanted to discuss.”
Crest
“Huh?” was all crest could let out before the bow smacked into his temple, making him lose balance from the surprise impact.
“FUCK!” He screamed as he fell onto the ground and held a hand to his head, he felt some blood, the impact must have broken the skin.
“Aghhh” He groaned as he raised himself to his feet, keeping a glare on his attacker, “Fuck, that was a cheap shot.”
Mia
Mia maneuvered around the building, PARIAH’s making paths though the infested walls before closing them behind her. And soon she found herself in the room the man came from. And then, with Silver in her hand and its sheath formed on her back she began to play with the occupants.
And as she played she softly sung.
“Laughing echoed as the knife dug. Blood spurt as the body stayed snug. “ Silver arched, cutting off the jaw of someone about to scream.
“The laughing the laughing echoed through the hill, and with it the urges were made well.” One tried to run but they tripped on the rug. The demon in the shape of a girl skipped over to the man, Silver flashing though him until nothing was left but red.
“Smiling smiling she took off the head, giggling giggling she put a rock instead.” She giggled as another servant of the man ran to the window, trying to jump in panic. But from the floor burst tentacles, covering all the windows and crushing her between them.
“Then she hung the head of the one named Stan, who was without doubt a family man.” She continued to sing, as she spun with her arms stretched out, as if experiencing snow for the first time. And then the door burst open.
“And so she killed the one she called dad, then she ran into the demon lands.” She finished and turned to the man. The lights were dead, the wiring damaged by PARAIH infestation, and windows covered by the tentacles, and the only light in the room was from her slightly glowing silver blade and her brilliant and glowing red eyes.
“Nono Mister! this is out of bounds! Find somewhere else to hide ok?” She spoke to the man who burst in joyfully. “Tick-tock, Tick-tock, Tick-tock. Time is running out.” She said as she turned to the man.
The perfectly clean Silver sitting in her hands as they met behind her back, and her clothing, hair and face stained in red. The smell of blood and guts filling the room.
“We are going to have lots of fun! Ok mister?” She finished with a wide and innocent smile.
