Cold Hearted (OPEN TO ALL)

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There is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon in me

The hour of twlight drew near as the sun vanished over the horizon. The moon took its place, yet the sliver that was visible was hardly enough to provide decent illumination. The sky faded into a purplish-black color, unbroken by not a cloud or star in sight. This near utter blackness was the perfect condition for a creature such as Yazoo. Yes, he regarded himself to be more creature than human, given his current situation. His cat-like eyes were perfectly adapted for the darkness. How appropriate. He said inwardly, giving his head a shake.

He walked about the near desolate streets of Edge, piercing green eyes loked forward intently. He wasn't going anywhere, but Yazoo still looked very focused. Maybe it was just a look that seemed to linger on his face at all times. In his hand he held Velvet Nightmare, which occasionally glimmered faintly in the slim shafts of moonlight that streamed down. He idily tapped the metal barrel with a slender finger as he walked with no destination in mind. He found himself doing that more and more often, walking with his mind elsewhere.

The sound of footsteps caught the Remnant's attention. His head turned to a side, causing a few locks of silver hair to fall from his shoulders. "So I am not alone? If you've malacious intentions, you might as well reveal them now, stranger." The footsteps paused, but the last one sounded distinctly closer. His keen eyesight picked up the cold glint of steel in the moonlight, though its wielder was still shrouded in shadow. Yazoo arched an eyebrow and sighed. Some people just didn't recognize power when they saw it. "No use playing it off. I can see your weapon." He commented, sounding almost bored. "If you intend to attack, I suggest you get on with it. I'm terribly- Ngh!"

His words were abruptly cut off as he he felt his body begin to shift into its monsterous form. I guess now is better a time than most. He admitted in his head, feeling his pupils vanish, fingernails turn to bone and elongate into claws, and his single black wing's feathers dissolving to reveal sharpened bone beneath. In his moments of distraction, the stranger had run up to him and swung the knife in a sloppy fashion. Wheather the man had intended to rob him, kill him, or both, he obviously was new at the concept. The Remnant dipped nimbly under the blow and lurched forward to plunge his claws into his opponent's stomach. Warm blood tricled onto his hands and splattered at his feet as the man died.

Yazoo pulled his claws from the man's abdomen and watched him fall motionless to the ground. "Hm. I guess one could get used to this power, yet I still feel like a heathen in this form. Well, it wasn't like I was any less demonic before the mutations." He chuckled with that voice that scarcely sounded like him anymore. With a shrug, he turned from the carcass at his feet and walked off.

[Elstan Shadow]

Nothing will be, forever gone...

Elstan was in a form she hated. The form of the Reaper itself. Her skeletal hands glowed white in the silver light of the moon. She wielded a new weapon. A scythe. Her wing was visible. It had gone back to its ebony plumage. She hated it and sometimes she cried herself to sleep over it. This form made her feel monsterous. Though, why did she complain? She was already a monster. She heard the disgusting sound of a hand going into someone's body. Her black robes blew around her skeletal ankles in a calm wind. The people that saw her ran away in fear. The scythe itself was ugly. The skull of a raven at the top and the handle looked like a human spine. It was all crafted in titanium. The strongest metal known to man. She saw something in the distance and walked towards the shadow.

Memories will stay and find their way...

The shadow looked familiar. She didn't dare speak as, in this form it made her voice all ghostly and sinister. She didn't know if it was Yazoo or not. She took her scythe and tapped the person on the shoulder. The man turned around. "Oh sorry I though you were someone I once loved." she said. She felt a presence behind her. She gripped the weapon tightly in her skeletal hands. She didn't dare remove her hood, for her head was merely a skull at this point. The only person who could bring her back from this Reaper form was her true love...Yazoo.

Word Count; 252
Lyrics; Chasing The Dragon| Epica
Tagged; Yazoo

[Malachi]

You know, insanity was a pain in the ass. It always ruined the mood right when it got the sweetest -- scratch that, it ruined the mood any time, any where. Story of his life. Malachi, as fear-prone as he was, enjoyed flitting about the empty streets of Edge now and again. He was quite a curious creature, after all.

Under the cover of night, the emaciated demon was practically invisible. Wings extended like a black glove over what little light was above him, the beast sighed over the town, circling slowly.

"Better keep those big eyeballs open," a voice in the back of his head chimed. Or maybe those were just his thoughts. It was hard to tell. Obviously, with his spade tail, huge arms, demonic horns, and tattered wings, he didn't have much experience with people -- and most anybody he met tried to kill him (or he tried to kill them because they were going to try to kill him and he knew it. Shh,) so when he made out two black shapes, he immediately became cautious.

As usual, he soon found himself perched over the two as they conversed, essentially creeping because that was totally normal. Oh... OH! So two figures became three, and one of those people was now dead. Unfortunate. Was it tasty-- oh gross no he wasn't a cannibal... but fingers tasted good. He would have had an almost-peaceful night, had not misfortune come tapping on his metaphorical window. Malachi looked on in horror as a pretty large piece of concrete from a nearly-completed construction site went tumbling off the building and landed between the hooded girl and the granny-haired boy with a loud THUD!

Ohshitohshitohshit! With his position given away, the freak was as helpless as a deer in dead lights. He whimpered and tucked down, spreading his black wings over his body in a vane attempt to turn invisible and started muttering to himself "Uhhuh... no you can't see me I'm not here no no no no I'm not, I am a wall. Mooooom..."

[OOC: Hey, sorry for joining, I hope you don't mind :X I can leave if you want, it's just I need to get back into rping on this site xD]

[Leon Walter Deltova]

Why did Edge always have something going on in it at night? Wether it be the appearacne of demons, or the simple rousing of the local drunk, the streets were never vacant of some kind of madness. That was, unfortunatly enough, the fault with the people on this planet. Walking along the nearly interconnected roofs of the area, a man in black clothing meandered his way around. One hand carelessly hung in a pocket, the other toying with the hilt of a sword strapped to his hip. A lit cigarette hung in-between his lips, and a somewhat complaciant frown hovered over his visage.

Though there was little light save the ever present moon, the man had hardly a touble moving about and getting from one place to another. The vents and chimneys were mear stepping stones for the man, who lept from one to another with careless ease, the gaps between buildings which could easily span thirty or more feet were happenstance little jumps. His eyes, hidden behind black tinted sunglasses, scanned the area lazily, looking for something to take his bordom.

It was then when he saw a figure huddle backwards from an edge, and the sound of a crash of rock, more that of concrete, caught his attention. Cocking an eyebrow, the man moved forward to investigate, moving around the subject area and remaining in the shadows of the tall roofs. Though it was a peculiar incident, the man didn't yet pull out his sword.

Easy now, Leon...The man thought to himself.

The man was, indeed, Leon Deltova, the wandering mercenary, and assassin for hire. He was, to the local populace, a good natured man, a strong man in the sense of drink, and a wealth of knowledge literature wise. Aside from those generous titles, Leon was pratically an mystery which he didn't allow a lot of people the ability to get too close. But, the time for contemplation was over. It was time to focus on what was going on before him.

Below him, as Leon had circled to a darkened outcrop above an alleyway, stood a cloaked figure, as well as a much larger creature which stood over the still form of a body. Crimson blood pooled around the corpse, telling Leon that it was a fresh kill.

Interesting... Not a whole lot of cause for a demon to kill a person out in the open. Leon thought to himself.

He took notice of a knife laying a short distance away from the body. The way the knife lay, though, told Leon a whole lot more about the current situation. The human had tryed to attack the other creature, coming probably out of this same alleyway. A petty thief, more then likely. That, however, didn't explain the demon. Oh well... in times like this, it was better to head forward and ask questions directly instead of waiting and watching the target run. So without further contemplation, Leon stood from his position and moved to the edge of the building he stood on. Leaping down from the roof, Leon landed on his feet perhaps thrity feet away from the creature and the corpse.

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"Evening." Leon began, makeing a small wave at the creature. "Nice work there, though I don't suppose you have a plan for the body and the blood. The locals are fairly squeemish, especially when it comes to the blood of their own." Leon was sure to keep a neutral tone in his voice, the frown turned to an amused grin, the cigarette still in his lips.

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There is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon in me

Yazoo let out a sigh as the sound of other souls nearing reached his ears. One would think that others would wish to steer clear of a demon with blood on its hands. He mused inwardly, flicking some of the crimson liquid from his hands disgustedly. He was one more appreicative of clean kills, like a bullet lodged into his opponent's skull. It wasn't a wound that bled too terribly. But this... this was just revolting. However, it wasn't as if he had much of a choice. Pulling a trigger on a gun was terribly difficult with long claws. "Oh how this poison filling my veins has changed me. Who would have guessed that I could become even more of a demon than I already was." He chuckled and shook his silver haired head.

"Hm?" Yazoo did not wince at the feeling of something sharp sinking into his shoulder, but it sent small waves of pain into his nerves. Was poking with fingers obsolete or something? "Oh sorry I though you were someone I once loved." The voice was quite icy and sinister, yet held a certain element of... saddness? It was hard to tell, for this form seemed to alter his thoughts. "My apologies." He said, hating the fact that his voice was no longer velvety smooth. His allure was one of his strengths. "Though I only know of one who loves me. I am not sure how I could be mistaken for another."

His conversation was interrupted by a loud thunk of a large object falling from above. He took a calm step backward to avoid being hit by it. That would be rather embarassing, being knocked out by a falling object after walking away from a murder. "Even if I may not see you, I can still hear your voice, sir wall." Yazoo chuckled and shook his silver haired head. He was able to locate the source of the voice, but it seemed to be hiding under something, giving it the appearence of a dark blob.

Yazoo frowned as yet another presence approached him. Since when were murderer's approachable? Was nobody afraid of demons any more? "Good evening." He said, turning to face the source of the voice. He could make out the shape of him, with a pair of black glasses shrouding his eyes and a cigarette hanging from his mouth. Yazoo arched a stunning silver eyebrow. "Nobody would miss a petty, rather stupid thief. Honestly, attacking a man who has the appearence of a demon. Since when was that a logical choice?" He shook his head with a smirk upon his face that revealed sharpened teeth. "And i am unsure as to what to do with the body, unless you have any suggestions." He shrugged, not really caring if he left the dead man there or not.

[Elstan Shadow]

OOC: Leon you are disobeying the post rules. I am after yazoo so please copy your post and wait til Ive replied.