To Be Found... The Return Of Fear

[Saasha]

All that running, all that fighting and she had been caught regardless... In the middle of the forest she had almost made it to the manor before his strong hand closed around her wrist and he had pulled every bit of her power from her. And now, now she was at his mercy with Grace and Agony lying at the foot of the tree they had hit when they had been flung from her. Even Dirth and Cryious now was out of her grasp. Why weren't they coming to her? How had this happened? How had she lost them? What the heck was going on? Was she that scared? She had no time to think as a dull pain tugged at her shoulder.

His teeth sunk deeply into the soft flesh of her shoulder, ripping and tearing a good portion of the muscle away as they did. Yet she uttered no word. No blink. No yelp of pain. Not even a twitch. She remained motionless, letting him do his work. He growled when he tasted the hot, metallic liquid. His grip tightened on her biceps, nails beginning to draw blood as they dug in harshly. A low growl reverberated within the throat of the sadistic, goal driven man. Finally- finally he had his prize. After all those years of planning and power gaining, he finally had her literally within his grasp. And to make things sweeter, there was nothing that she could- or would do about it. She was powerless now she knew it. Though he knew she would like nothing more than to slaughter him- she wouldn’t. She couldn’t.

He released his hold on her shoulder only to turn his mouth on the side of her neck, lashing his rough tongue out. The scales on the wet muscle left trails of deep abrasions and saliva in the tissue as it dragged from her nape to her cheek to her hairline. Immediately, the saliva would begin to take affect. And oh how well it worked- her heart began to beat a bit faster, her breaths deepened, her eyes suddenly gaining the overpowering urge to slide closed as she rolled her neck back. But the moment her head touched his shoulder, she realized what was happening and yanked her whole form forward sharply to rip herself out of his grasp. But being weak from being a dumbass and not feeding for as long as she had, the motion did little but jolt his form a bit. Just as a security, he wrapped his thick arm around her middle to pin her to himself and used his other hand to roughly grasp her chin. He turned her head round to make her eyes settle into his.

Her breath gained pace- but not because of the poison in the saliva in her bloodstream. Her clouded eyes became trapped by his pearl green gaze. She was terrified… And there was nothing she could do about it. Her seals weren't working for some reason, her powers were AWOL, her personal aura had been locked away, and now she was weaker than the average human, and all of her mental ties to outside help had been cut... She was in trouble.

“Makit! Rafni suket farisv grouuial!” She yelled at him, gaining a brief moment of defiance. A moment she paid for. Her demonic powers and assets locked away and her physical strength drained, she was unable to stop the Holy water dipped blade that plunged into her back with a sickening gush. The pain instantly seized and paralyzed her movement as he pressed it in farther and gave the ivory handle a rough twist. Her head now free to move and her mouth caught open from the agony, all she could do was let her head fall back to his shoulder and wait as he sneered over her with a sadistic grin. “I told you before, my beloved,” He said with a harsh lovingness, “You will always be mine.” His tongue rubbed her neck once again, the knife burning the very flesh off of her form. She was used to such treatment from her past… but it had been too long for Holy water.

[dmc89]

"What a fucking faggot." There was a heavy pressure in the area before a sonic boom of the sound barrier being broken and bullet was closing the distance towards Byron. "So faggot. Got a name?" Tony was walking up on him from the left, Sword drawn while the bullet was spiraling towards Byron from the back.

[Saasha]

A sigh left the man's open lips and he stepped to the side... leaving the wolf woman in the way. A cold bastard as ever. He knew her body would heal. No big deal. Not in the least.... Saasha gasped at the voice. It couldn't be! The bullet stopped inches from her back, though the gasp had jolted her and caused the holy water to find new places to seep into. Saasha along with the bullet, dropped to the ground with two thuds.

All the while, Byron's twisted smile contorted further, "Oh,what a good girl." He droned as he ripped the blade upward forcing the girl to her feet and and allowing the woman to find her voice for a moment, "Nacre SORTORE!" She gasped. The last word plainly being a curse. Byron only chuckled then turned his attentions back upon the newcomer.

"Byron. Byron Demone. Her fiance..." He repositioned himself to where he was holding the dagger firmly into her back and looped him other arm around her waist to support her weight- her knees still a bit out of commission. He dipped his nose into her hair, taking in her sweet scent while keeping his eyes pinned upon the newcomer's form with a look that clearly portrayed his thoughts for the woman- and reflected them back at him to irk him. "This is a private matter I am afraid."

[dmc89]

"I didn't ask for your name faggot." Daikus was already in the guy's face. His powerful aura like an avalanche. The bullet stopped point blank in front of Saasha and zipped around her before making it's path back towards this fuck. One had to love familiar possessed ammunition. "you're obviously a pissant, you don't even have enough power to really call yourself a demon. So you're going to keep me entertained. Welcome, to being my bitch. I think I'll call you faggot."

The was a loud wave of gunfire all around the area as more Familiar possessed bullets were now making their way for Byron.

[Saasha]

A low chuckle resounded from deep within Byron's throat as he made a sigle step back with his prey to take him a good ways away from Daikus. Now would be the perfect time to make use of one of the nifty little powers he had. "And you look like a bitch. Nice hair by the way. Did you get drooped into a vat of paint as a child?" The bullets that all veered straight for him to drive themselves into his flesh and end his reign were all stopped in midair. It didn't matter how many were fired, they would all be useless as the already fired bullets turned tail and were forced back into the incoming ones with pings and clangs the resounded through the trees.

As this was happening, Byron looked upon the rapidly recovering Saasha in his grasp- just in time to see a fist headed straight to crush his face. Well now he couldn't have that. With the hand that had been around her waist, he deftly reached up and caught her hand head on. "Love have you learned nothing from your time with me?" Without another word he ripped the blade from her back... sideways. It wouldn't have affected her much- under normal conditions. She let out an agonizing scream. "Insolent creature as always. But such sweet music..." He thrust her to the ground at his feet and simultaneously ripped Tony's senses form him. His sight, smell, hearing, sense of touch, even his taste would be ripped from him and his own bullets would be forced to soar for their master.

[dmc89]

"Aha... Ahaha... AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" The psychotic laugh erupted from his lips. The other bullets soon became incorporeal. It was true that all his senses were taken from him. But he still marched towards Byron. "You're pathetic. A piece of shit that can't even hold his own against a real man." The gun was raised, pointed at Byron. The gun began to twist and distort into a behemoth of a weapon. A loud deafening sonic boom released a pressure wave so powerful it disrupted the air around them.

His own bullets hit the floor before they raised once again and soared through the air at Byron. The familiars controlling the bullets, would never dare to draw blood from their own master. Though it was true that Daikus had all of his senses taken from him, he acted as though that wasn't the case. His laughter growing darker and more deranged by the second as he marched to Byron.

Even slightly calling upon the contract within Saasha to make her rise up and walk over to him, much like a puppet. It was one of the things he could do to make her safe. "As you see. I am the only one who has true power over anything here. You? You're just little a bitch with mommy and daddy issues."

[Saasha]

Snake like green eyes narrowed and his lips fell straight as the barrage of fire was launched at him and his prize left his side. No time to waste however. The one was obviously not one to be fucked with too much. But this was rather fun. It had been a long time since he had faced a challenge. However... that laugh bothered him a bit. But at the same time... it drew forth his own crazed smirk. Just before the ammunition could land, he vanished. Literally. His aura, his physical energy, and everything else- gone. But not for long. He figured that amo would be on his tail the moment he reappeared so he would need to act fast. No issue. Until he heard that last remark.

His voice would sound right behind the demon, at least it would seem that way. In reality, the voice would be in his head. "How do you know my precious Narissa I wonder. Perhaps you are the gentleman that has constantly been on her mind as of late? Who's coat she has slept with? Who's name she repeats in her restless slumbers because she misses him? Her master... Funny I once held that title. She was a wooonderful slave." Honestly he didn't care if his taunts got under his skin or not, he was just doing it for the laughs. The voice would echo in Saasha's head as well, making her cringe visibly. More than she already was.

Daikus would find himself enveloped within the folds of hundreds of thousands of pitch black, razor thin wires that proceeded to encircle him and tighten to slice his body to nothing but a soup. "Shall I make a feast for you Narissa? You needed demon's blood didn't you?" She would find her chin roughly grasped within the talons of a scaled hand.

[dmc89]

There was a slow repitition of a single two letter word. Ha. "Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha..." Just as the wires began to squeeze Byron would notice that Daikus simply walked right through it. Becoming intangible, something an opponent once said to him popped in his head. It seemed fitting. "That would've worked. If not for my ability to skull fuck reality." He stood there, not amused. "Pick up the pace faggot. You're boring the shit out of me."

[Saasha]

"Good thing I am not here to cater to you then isn't it?" His entire right arm- the arm still holding Saasha's chin- had transformed into it's true form. A scaled and gnarled monstrosity with nearly half a foot long nails, the tips of which dragged across her face. This action was accepted with a surprising result as Saasha's face transformed. Her teeth became long metallic, interlocking razors and her eyes flashed with a mirrored silver hue as she snapped at the hand and her now metal claws raked the air to slash his head from his shoulders. He laughed and leaned back, knowing she wouldn't lean to far with her wounds being what they were. He took a step back and turned fully to Daikus, "I was about to say the same thing. You are not nearly the badass I have been hearing about."

He reached out his left hand and a cloud of green smoke formed around his wrist. Slowly it materialized into a gauntlet. Three claws over lapped his hand and extended well beyond his finger tips. But before he could do anything, he would have to get rid of those pesky bullets. With a snap of his fingers and a cold smile, they were reduced to nothing more than dust. Meanwhile, Saasha was gritting her teeth. Not just at the unwelcome set back of her ravaged ribs, but also at the fact that she was helpless at the moment. and it killed her. If only she had her powers... She growled animalistically. If only she had her fucking powers. She could finish what was started years ago.

Byron began quietly chanting as he took a few paces forward, each step the chant got louder and louder and his pace picking up with each step. Finally the final word was uttered with a loud bellow and Bryon launched himself at the silver haired devil. A fog of living forms gathered around Byron's body and around his outstretched arm as the glinting claws reached out to claim his heart.

[dmc89]

He would notice it was hard to breath, and there was a large pool of steaming blood on the ground under him, still being sprayed out. He would also feel a large part of his throat missing. "Quit wasting my time."

[Saasha]

Did he gag? Of course. Did it heal? Instantly. And did his shroud react? Oh yes... It grabbed the offending familiar and swallowed it whole, sucking it into itself and adding it's powers to it's own. And the fog thickened to form a protective barrier around the still descending demon. "FUCK that felt good!" He laughed as the claws found home in Daikus's flesh. Where? Well that would depend on if he moved or not.

Either way, a low menacing and sweet rolling chortle would resound from Saasha throat. Byron had just fucked himself. She only wished she had been the one that would finish this.

[dmc89]

Byron would feel his claws sink in and Byron would then feel his wrist snap in five places before he would feel his hand being ripped from it's connective joint. "What a bitch. A stupid bitch at that." In a few moments Daikus' power would consume this prick, and would drive him to complete insanity.

[Saasha]

A growl resounded as byron redirected and landed behind Daikus. on one knee. Blood dripped from his severed wrist and pooled in the once pure grasses below. He stared at it for a moment. "Interesting". That was all he needed. Slowly he rose and looked back over is shoulder to the devil and raised the nub to eye level. The green fog enveloped it and soon a brand new hand was mounted, complete with the claws, which had now vanished from Daikus's chest and were now sitting pretty on the owner's hand.

Saasha's face fell, "Oh you bastard." A smirk was her only response before the ground under Daikus's feet exploded with pearl green tendrils who's only mission were to hold him in place and drive themselves into his body. Right behind this, the fog materialized into hundreds of elongated and pointed crystals that launched themselves for their respective places on the prey before them. The fairly filled the air as they flew leaving barely room for even a sparrow to get through the barrage.

[dmc89]

The tendrils surrounded him. It seemed all hope seemed lost...

[Saasha]

the tendrils clasped around Daikus's body and held him in place as each and every one grew spikes that sunk into his flesh to ensure that the devil wouldn't be going anywhere. The rest of the stove through his chest, his stomach, his throat, his legs and the crystals thudded into flesh with the ease of a hot knife through warm butter. Byron smirked coldly, "Honestly? This is all you have? Pathetic, even for a half-rate son of a whore."

His eyes shifted firmly to his prize. Finally- after all these years, he had her once more. How glorious it was going to be to have her throat under his boot heel again. And it was not in the figurative sense that this thought was made. His gaze reflected this ever so clearly. He began to advance upon the still bleeding and maimed woman. His woman. His wife.