Re: Runaway Devil (hero-in-the-dark)
Mîrchell was getting rather furious at the other demon's lack of cooperation, and so after cleaning herself from the blood, she set the crying one aside, his noises made a pleasant background noise, and instead got her hands on the other, her tail ripping out of his gut viciously, not much caring what she tore into on the way. She picked him up, and brought him close. "I am sure you will, even if you won't scream, I'll still get what I want, little minion."
With that, she slammed him viciously onto the floor, hoping to break a few ribs, and then stood up, raised a hoof, and stamped on his face. As she was doing this, a furious flush flooded her face, and she screamed at the sobbing demon suddenly. "Look! Look at me! Look at him! You see! This is what happens to people that don't submit! He won't beg, so he dies!"
As she said this, she reached for her sword, yanked it out, and without pausing, slammed it into the demon below her, ramming the sharp blade straight through his gut, laughing as the blood spilled out, and leaning down to lap at the wound, drinking the blood, before twisting the sword around, and then levering it to the side, slicing through his internals, before twisting it the other way, and slamming back down, tearing a decent sized chunk from his guts, and sending it to splat messily against the wall.
The albino demoness looked down at her bleeding and dying captive, and leant down again, snapping his head back, and biting onto his neck, before twisting, and tearing upwards, her sharp fangs tearing a good chunk from his neck, and turning, spat that chunk, along with the blood that came with it, onto the crying demon, just to demoralise him even further.
Before the dying demon could finally gain bliss, Mîrchell wanted one last go, and placed him against the floor, before raising a fist again, and driving it down, smashing through his skull, and covering her fist in the gloop that had used to be the demons brains.
Standing up again, the sudden fury dissipating as she shook the mess from her hand, the demoness rounded on the remaining prisoner, and said sweetly "Now, you were a bad boy, you didn't call me Mistress last time, so I wonder what I should do about that, hmm? I care little for the excuses of that bitch forcing you here, I'm the one in control of your life now. So, what say you?" she finished, reaching down to wipe the last of the goo onto the living demons front. If he didn't want to beg any more and just wanted to cry, then she probably wouldn't want to bother with him any more, what dull conversation.