Mia
The blade entered flesh, and along the blade all separated. And then the man fell to the ground, like strings of a marionette were cut and in the shock his magic stopped and the liquid metal deformed, leaving him in a pool of it.
Then Mia softly walked over to his side, and when she was there she gave the man a brutal kick. With a gasp of pain the man flew into the air, he spun and landed, rolling along the ground. He eventually came to a half, lying against the wall, his right leg bent as at odd angle.
But he did not scream, for he felt no pain.
Walking over to his form, Mia reached over and grabbed his broken leg, before dragging him away from the wall. But yet he still did not scream, for he felt no pain.
When he was moved closer to the center of the hallway, away from all of the puddles of metal, Mia simple plopped herself down on his stomach. And tentacles spouted from the floor, binding his arms in place. The man opened his eyes and looked at the girl. And the sight horrified him.
Mia sat there, a pure and innocent smile on her face, completely out of place when surrounded by blood and gore. Silver was no longer in her hands, but rather sitting in the sheath hanging from her back.
“Now we get to play a fun game mister!” He excitingly exclaimed, and then with a gathering of black smoke light miasma a knife appeared in her hand.
And then she dug it into his chest and cut a straight line though his ribcage.
And then he screamed, because now he knew pain.
But for him, for a magus from an old family, for a magus with a powerful crest, it would not kill him. For his crest would not allow it.
The blood spurt out, splashing Mia in the fact, but yet she did not even react, she simple looked at the man with a smile, before with her fingers she reached into the gash, her fingers wrapping around under the skin, under the bone.
And then with inhuman strength she ripped it open.
And then he screamed, because now he knew pain. But even this was not enough to allow his crest to let him die.
Blood splattered even more, and a soft thumping could be heard. The ribcage ripped open revealed the inner workings of the man, of the human. The beating heart, the expanding and shrinking lungs, all siting in a growing pool of blood, and Mia continued to smile.
Eventually the man stopped screaming; he stopped screaming as the demon child began to play with his innards, poking them, holding them, flicking them. The pain was so great he could no longer even open his mouth.
Mia enjoyed ever minute. She has never watched the still living body of one of her toys, never seeing the innards move and shift. It entertained her, but sadly she noticed it began to slow, and she knew the man was fading.
And so she leaned over him, and allowed her face to hover over his. Her eyes looked directly into his, her red, glowing eyes.
And then she smiled, “See Mister… isn’t it fun to play.” And at that moment one of her hands, softly clutching his beating heart, squeezed.
And with one last moment of panic, with one last moment of life, Kayneth saw not a child, but rather a demon.
And after that moment he died.
Mia withdrew her body from the man’s corpse, having had her fun. She looked down at her bloody form with a slight frown, she couldn’t meet papa like this after all. She had to clean up.
“Aww, now I have to clean up…” She muttered with a pout, and then she called out, “PARIAH, you can have it now, he was fun, but he would not last as a toy.”
Then she giggled, “Toys are supposed to entertain me after all.” She twirled around while humming softly, humming an eerie tune, “I wonder how that girl is doing…”
