"Thank you." Liora smiled at the clerk and took the change. I'm almost done. She thought to herself... a day filled with shopping, just for her brother. It was their birthday today, and really, she wanted to make it perfect for him, but when shopping for the horseman of death... well, it wasn't easy. God that sounded cheesey... yes he's the horseman but he's just your brother Liora. And didn't they want to be just that. But with the world constantly reminding them of who and what they were, it was hard to forget.
She shook the thoughts out of her head before turning down the street to head for a little shop she had found online. They supposedly sold "interesting" weapons. The weapons were rumored to have "special abilities" or "curses" in other words, a human had somehow gotten ahold of some demonic weapons. It was perfect for Reaper. If she got him a cool demonic scythe he would love it... after he was done killing her for the pun...
A shiver ran down her spine as she closed in to the shop. Something inside her screamed for her to turn back but Liora mearly brushed it aside as a silly reaction to the demon power radiating from the place. But once she entered she nearly cursed herself for dismissing her instincts. Blood covered the walls and ceiling. The floor littered with what she could sense as both demon and human bodies. Weapons were scattered around, many of them embedded within the fallen corpses. Her heart beat accelerated, a sense of panic settling in but just when she was about to bolt a shadow walked out from the carnage. It wore a mask of black. Intricate red lines laced from the helmet-like mask to its entire clothing.As he stepped further out into the light its physique betrayed its gender, male. Liora stammered back, attempting to find the entrance in which she came from but found it to be escaping her grasp.
"You son of a bitch! I should have you arrested for this!" Both their attentions were drawn to an older human male holding a sort of gun. Liora could sense the demonic aura radiating from its metal like shell. Clearly, the human did not know the extent of the guns power.
"Don't move." He pointed the gun to the masked man, his hand steady as his breath. She had to give him points for being able to stand so calmly in the face of his sure death. That... creature, was surely the one responsible for the murders and the fact that he had managed to take down several demons told her he was far from human. What are you looking for?
"I said don't move!" Liora found the gun pointed at her now, she hadn't realized until then that she had begun walking toward a glass case. Within it was the most enchanting sword she had ever seen. She didn't know why, but for whatever reason she was drawn to it. It was pitch black, with even darker streams running along its massive length. It pulsated with dark energy, almost alluring energy.
She heard him cock the gun, "Bitch, I said don't-" The silence that followed told her the assassin had finally become fed up with the humans useless threats and ended its life. Though, she found herself caring more about the sword than the mans life.
She opened the case, her hand so close to taking hold of its hilt when all of a sudden it vanished. She spun to the intruding male to find it in his hands.
"Give it to me." She could have cursed herself for being so quiet, but honestly, she didn't know why she wanted it or why she seemed to be willing to risk her life for it. And from the look of the assassin's work, that is just what she was to do if she wanted it back.
Analysis: Female, 17-18 years of age, black hair, blue eyes. Species: unknown. Origin: unknown. Ominous aura acknowledged, betraying innocent facade. Interest in Horseman Weapon noted. Conclusion: connected to the Horseman of Famine.
ReplyDeleteIf his calculations about this woman were true, that she was connected to or herself was the Horseman of Famine, it would be impractical to eliminate her. Especially if she held ties to the other remaining Horsemen, but this was mere speculation. It would be unwise to assume any further and for that he required more information.
"I said give it to me," spoke the girl, louder this time, as she outstretched her hand expectantly. With blinding speed he took hold of her wrist and pulled her forward, the blade of his weapon resting upon the back of her neck by the time she fell to her knees with a startled yelp.
"Identify yourself," he ordered, pressing the blade slightly to her skin, eliciting a shaky gasp from her as she hesitated. She was assessing the situation no doubt, something which he as a mercenary would not allow in the event she planned an escape route. The weapon shifted warningly against her neck to make known of his impatience.
"... Liora." The smallest bead of blood formed as the blade pushed deeper into her skin. "... Akuma."
A wicked, maniacal laugh burst from the masked boy, making Liora jump and shiver simultaneously. "So," he replied after regaining his composure. "The Akumas are still thriving, then?" Yes, even amongst the darkest of crowds the Akuma name was one of the more notorious. To think how entertaining an Akuma Horseman would be to subdue in battle. Even more appealing was the thought of them bringing the world to its end, but there was still much to do before then. Measures to be considered, step still to be taken. To all those who wait shall be rewarded, or so the saying goes. He drew his attention back to the girl, trembling where she sat.
"Do yourself a favor... and stay out of my way." Dismissing his weapon, he sheathed the Horseman Weapon in its scabbard and turned toward the entrance of the shop as he summoned a veil of darkness, disappearing into its depths.
Liora sat there awhile. Her heart seemed to race a thousand miles per hour. She knew she was supposed to feel some twinge of fear but she couldn't help as her body shivered with a sudden high. Who was that? He was demanding and ruthless, surely the very creature her entire family warned her away from. Over the past years a series of strange attacks and strikes were made against everyone. The fact that her siblings and her were like giant walking targets did not help either. And yet. . . she found herself coming to her feet. A sense of excitement and anticipation coursing through her veins, enticing her to go and seek him out. What she would do once she found him she didn't know, but she had to. If not to satisfy her growing curiosity then to retrieve the weapon that he took.
ReplyDeleteOk, Liora, who are you kidding... you really want to find the guy and find out everything about him. The thought didn't shock her. Her family was known for such expeditions... though they always ended in a found mate. . . Of course it would not happen to her, it was a simple case of solving the mystery of the masked fiend. Right?
No. She wanted to know more than just who dwells underneath the mask. He drew her in compelled her to search for him. She smiled to herself, somehow, he made her feel... weird. She glanced around at the carnage. Normally, it would have illed her to see so many dead bodies. She never liked the thought of death, she was more for preserving life and yet the very thought that he had done this had her giggling slightly. Maybe it was because he appealed more to her horseman side? Or, because the very thought of him made her giddy.
Neither, It was because of his damned sexy laugh.. . God, the very memory of his laugh sent shivers through her body. It was so deep, so rich, so very. . . dark. She bet that his very laughter could seduce even the coldest of females... What she would give to hear him laugh....Damn it Liora, you are one hopeless wolf. She lept over the bodies, small laughs escaping her lips. She couldn't keep them back it seemed, she was like a little kid who had just found a new toy.
She found herself outside staring up at the starred sky, her fingers tugging almost nervously against her shirt. She would find him, somehow, she knew she would.