You again? (Dementia)

[Phobia Valent]

He was wandering the woods, in northern europe. It was where the goddamn portal had let him out, and he was pissed.

He'd been lost for nearly a week, and had only had two lost hikers to eat the entire time. He smiled under his collar, remembering the terror on thier faces as he ate them alive. THe young woman had tasted particularly good, and her greatest fear had become HIM as he slowly devoured her left arm, watching her bleed to death slowly.

The young man had tasted like shit, but men usually did. They were always stringy, and tough to chew, even with his four rows of razor sharp teeth, and his small, but sharp tusks.

He was sort of zoned out, hunfry, and a little bit tired, when he came upon a familliar scent.

The whore....

He followed the scent, silently. He came upon her soon enough, and without her noticing him, his pike unfurled and lodged itself into the tree next to her.

"Hello......whore........little sister."

[blackflamerose]

Well you can ask what Dementia was doing in the woods in europe, but you probably could already guess. She was just wandering and thinking. Mostly about her feelings for Roy. About the gift he got her and several other things. A pike was shot and hit a tree. The nearest thing Dementia could think of was hunters. She tenced and then heard a fammilure voice. She frowned and turned to look at him.

"Hey big bro... You missed."

She smirked. Her arms crossed over her chest and she looked him over.

"You look stupider then normal... what happen... catch aids from eating too many prostitutes? I hear london is full of 'em."

[Phobia Valent]

He retrived his pike, reaching out and grabbing the end of the shaft, and retracting it. It sat in his hand, just about an inch of haft, now, and the large bladed end felt....right....in his hand. It screamed out for blood. For Dementia's blood. For his father's blood.

But he wouldn't quench its thirst. Not yet.

"I can smell some boy on you. How did our father kill HIM? It smells like you rutted with the poor bastard for hours, whore."

He let out a low, sardonic, mocking laugh.

"So, how the fuck did he get so close before Father killed him?"

[blackflamerose]

Dementia fell back against the wounded tree and rested on it. Her wings stretched a bit before folding up behin her. She looked at Phobia with a smirk. Her long black hair flowing down her form as usual. The crimson dress was replaced with a dark purple one. Her eyes ran over to her brothers and she just shook her head with the same smirk.

"Daddy didn't kill this one, and I will have you know... He is the first and only man to ever touch your little sister. So... sorry to dissapoint you."

Dementia reached out and gently touched her brother's shoulder.

"Thats right brother, dear little Dementia is in love."

She let out a giggle but all of this was really to annoy him. She would withdrawl her hand and cross her arms over her chest again.

"So... I smell blood on you... What did you kill this time?"

[Phobia Valent]

"Love? Mus be your mother's blood.....and I'll have you know I'm acually dissapointed...I only killed two hikers. One tasted like shit, but the woman was actually quite tender. Her fear, as I tore off her arm, and let her bleed to death, was quite...delicious.

As his sister knew quite well, he was obsessed with killing. He would kill and devour his victims with the closest thing to hapiness he could feel. He would soon strike out at her, and she probably knew.

"Heh...love. You're weak, you know. Have you even killed by your own hand, or has "Daddy" always done it for you?

His pike extended again, but he diddn't strike. She was brgining to get on his already short nerves. Whatever poor man she had rutted with was obvously more of a slave than lover, but that diddn't matter to him. Not at all. He pulled down his collar, showing a hideous maw. He had rows of razor edged teeth, and large tusks.


"I'm so damn hungry. Do you know anywhere I could gt some food, little sister?"

His tone was mocking. It was quite obvious he intended to make her his next meal. Demons weren't supposed to love.....

[blackflamerose]

"Food? In the woods... I think I have something... Hmmm"

Dementia smiled at her brother looking at the pike.

"Why brother, do you intend to kill me like your mother... I don't think daddy would be happy with that. He is here you know... I mean... At the school. Speaking of which... Why are you here? Aren't you dumber then a box of rocks?"

She said reaching one hand out and touching the pike, her other hand going to the top of his head and tapping on it.

"By the way... Little sister killed her share of hunters. They are after daddy and I. Though you wouldn't know anything about that. No one ever hunts you..."

She pouted knowing full well all this 'cuteness' would get on her brother's nerves. He wouldn't know anything of what she felt for Roy, how she could feel so close to her own father. He just didn't understand.

"Oh well... It can't be helped... If you are truely hungry I suppose I can give you a gift... I am in a good mood."

She waved her hand and a samuri lept from behind the trees and landed at her feet. He bowed his head at her and spoke softly.

"Yes... What is it Mistress?"
"Sabu... You are a pervert, a dispicable being to say the least. Meet my brother... Phobia."

She smiled at her brother.

"Don't say I never did anything for you big brother."

[Phobia Valent]

"I'll remember this for later........I'll put off killing you for a while, then. Thanks is the proper word, I guess..."

He walked toward the name, who was shaking like a leaf. His face was showing, after all. He clciked his tusks against his teeth slightly, looking the man over. Sabu was rather large, for his race, but Phobia diddn't know that. He was just scaring the man, and it was working very well.

What.....what is this monster?! Mistress...please....I'll change....I'll do anything, just make it stop...oh god......my children......I see them.....my blade...they're killing...no...no...AAAAAAUGH!

The man tried to run, but Phobia impaled him on one hand, the claws easily tearing through human flesh, as the gaping maw bit down on the man's shoulder. Phobia diddn't wait for him to die. The man screamed loudly, as sickening crunches wer heard.

No! It's....augh....the...pain....AAAUUUUUUGH!

Within moments, Phobia had eaten the man bones and all. He was picking his teeth with a finger bone, before chewing that to dust as well.

"You spoke of a school. Where is it? I'd like to see our father again."

His hunger and bloodlust was sated, at least for the next few hours. He was relatively docile when his stomach was full, and Dementia knew that, as well. He still intended to kill her, just not now. He would kill both Her and thier father.

[blackflamerose]

Dementia hummed to her self to try and drown out the screams and the sound of her brother devouring one of her pets. After he had finished he spoke of the school. Dementia shook her head trying to get the terrified look of her pet out of her minds eye.

"Not far... And I think you know I am smart enough to tell what you plan to do to daddy."

She looked over at him and kept her arms crossed over her chest.

"Did you have to make him scream so much. You know what blood is in my veins. I honestly don't undestand what daddy saw in your slut of a mother. Much less why he would have a child with her."

Dementia started walking.

"This way. Oh and lay off the whore thing. Whores fuck anything from a sheeps head to a maggot. You should know this... your mother was quite a whore. Only one man has touched me and thats how it will stay..."

Something clicked in her mind. If Phobia met up with her and her father... chances are he might run into Roy as well seeing as her and Roy were so close now.

"Phobia... I will count that little debt you owe me as even if you promise me that you won't eat some one."

She stopped and turned to look at him. She has seriouseness in her eyes as the next few words left her crimson lips.

"The man I am in love with... Don't touch him, ever. I know you hate father and I but... I swear... If you ever touch Roy, You will die a death worse then anything, any one in hell could dream up."

[Phobia Valent]

"I smell a mix of elf and human blood. I wouldn't touch him...elves taste like shit."

He let out his low, insane laugh. He knew someone he could use against her, now. Although he most likely wasn't smart enough to actually do so.

"You know what? I think I'll fnd my own way. Give father my regards, Whore. Tell him I'm coming for his blood."

With that, his wings unfurled, and he fles away from her, just above the tree-line. He was thinking, in his limited fashion, about his father's blood. Running down his throat like sweet, sweet ambrosia.

"I'm coming, Father...your blood will be mine.......your flesh will be mine, as well.........

[blackflamerose]

Dementia looked at her brother as he said that eating elfs weren't his thing. Dementia gagged a little and made a face at him.

"Hey! What did I say about the calling me a whore thing!? DAMNIT YOU FUCKING BUTT MUNCHER!"

She screamed as he went to the sky. Her fist shaking at him. She stopped and sighed slapping her self in the head. Dementia hated this. Now her father and her had Phobia to take care of and clean up after. It was discusting what her brother was but he was her blood despite how much they both wanted to kill one another. She still owed him for knocking her unconsiouse. Dementia kicked a rock and started walking back to the portal.

"No good brother, rotten flesh eating maggot..."

She grumbled as she left.