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Twisted Desires (Knight)

She brought the book to her bed, and sat down with it in her lap, hunched over and studying it. She needed to know more. Father of Curses? Like how Suriel, her estranged Uncle, was the father of lies? Although he had even made the world believe it was Lucifer to be so…but besides that, was this Yaun-il-whatever similar in power? She noted he neither had demon blood nor angel blood, which was strange, how could a creature be such a thing if it wasn’t even human? Then again, vampires were a thing so she didn’t exactly think of it to be so outrageous. Either way, she scoured the pages for any other answers. Her father’s prophecy didn’t make sense, nothing..nothing made sense.
 
The pages only spoke of strange happenings, souls that were taken from bodies but never falling into the grasp of heaven or hell, simply going missing. Even demons losing their essence and never returning to hell, vanishing it seemed from reality, no magic could draw it back. But the marking typically was in place on the dead.
 
When she read about being on place on the dead, she paused a moment, and then remembered what she saw on the spyglass. The swords- her mother, had donned in similar fashion whenever she hunted stray souls and demons to send them back to where they were supposed to be. Where they after the same thing with that man she saw? They had to be, that was the only answer she could conclude right now.

Subconsciously touching the whip on her side, she bit her lip. Whoever this man was, obviously posed a threat to humanity by still sticking around and not dying. Sure, she knew human affairs didn’t really matter to her, and she wasn’t like her mother- only torturing souls once they reached hell- but she couldn’t exactly stand by and let this one human soul wreak havoc on the earth for no good reason.
 
The sigil flickered on the page, the book snapping shut as she drifted mentally, like it was hiding itself from her now.
 
Marie jumped from the book shutting suddenly, and she didn't even try to pry at it, knowing it was spelled shut. Perhaps by her father who could detect a change in the magic in her, just like the day she was conceived. As she always had a distinct magic print and he definitely would know when it changed for either the better, or for the worse.
 
Lucifer looked up slightly as he stood in the hell forges, feeling a odd tinge of magic, faint and cold in the overwhelming heat of hell. Alien to the realm itself. As swiftly as it came it passed, making him look around, his demon eyes looking for a trace of the magic but coming up empty. Lucifer snarls to himself, his hand grasping his whip. "You lot." He barked to a set of demons, lightly armored creatures, carrying long spears of black metal and sizzling stone came rushing over to their master, standing at attention. "Check the perimeter of the palace." He said the faceless demons mutly turning and rushing off.
 
Marie heard the rush of the mute demons run by her window, and she held her breath- unaware that her father had felt that cold tinge so to speak. She was dipping into magic she was very not versed in- and only terrible things could come to speak from her even being curious- going against her father's warnings.

She stood, and opened a portal, close by to where she had seen that human. Stepping through, she glanced around at the dark area, her demon sight letting her see easily. The portal closed behind her, and somehow she knew her mother would know she left home.

"Lucifer-" Lyra spoke, noting the presence of Marie was gone- she had portaled somewhere and with the blood moon ceremony upon them, if Marie didn't adapt a demon form, she'd be even more vulnerable.
 
(XD im shocked Lucifer didn't notice himself.)

The human world was...cold, and very moist compared to hell, it almost felt like she had stepped into a freezer after run out in the hot sun. Well. On the sun. But it also was noisy, well a bit more noise than what she knew of. Faceless guards and being a princess didn't give her many That would speak go her all too freely. Those that did were very far between. Taking her first steps, the ground if asphalt, a parking lot, riddled with every bit of human trash and debris as she approached the building, a 5 story build, square, and with a few smoke stands, it had to be some old refinery, lost to time and entropy. Her demon senses caught the smell of blood on the wind, two sources, somewhere in the build no doubt. As she came up on the Steel plated front door and windows, she felt like something was creeping about the place, drawing closet NY the second.
 
(Oh no, he does obviously but you know, motherly instincts XD)

Marie was overwhelmed with the noises, the feeling was buzzing in her head like a bunch of bees- and she couldn’t get over how loud everything was. She noted the smell of blood and looked upwards toward the grim colored sky, and touched on the door with her hand, her body temperature melting the very metal that was ‘indestructible’

Stepping inside, she used a bit of her magic to conceal herself but knew whatever was in here probably already was tracking her.
 
Drawing her spells around her, wrapping herself in a shroud of darkness to hide, she waited. She saw a figure drifting silently inti the space, it was slouched, it's arms hanging low, nails lightly scrapping the ground. It's head was sloped and long like a horse, it's skin was gaunt and yellow like aged parchment, stretched over it's spindly thin body. The thing that was truly off putting to her had to be it's singular eye, bulbous and a baleful pale blue light. She could hear it's movements, sliding about in it's head, every wet blink.

The creature breathed out, frosty air drifting from its mouth, forcing the rooms temperature to drop like a rock. Whatever this thing was, it was very dead.
 
Marie had to put on a brave face, unless she wanted the creature to know she was there by simply wretching her stomach contents out to the ground. She had never see a creature like this before, but she could simply tell, the man she had seen through the spyglass was not this creature….right?
 
The creature hovered off the ground, passing her by slowly, carrying an aura of dread with its wake. It would try to kill her if it saw her, was all her instincts were screaming at once. The dreadful creature floated upwards looking over the machinery in the factory floor and , looking for something. Then it looked up at the ceiling, floating noiseless to the stairway, out of her sight
 
She gave a soft inaudible sigh once the creature left, and went up a higher level. Carefully following it, she wondered what it was looking for- or more importantly, who.
 
Going up to the stairs, liten8ng and waiting, she heard a side ripping and munching sound, its head plunged in the corpse of two humans,, munching and crunching on the bottles, feeling the bones snap and break up in its jaws.
 
She shuddered silently, watching the creature feast on the humans. It certainly wasn’t any undead thing she’s ever come across before. She looked around, trying to pinpoint that human from before, where had he gone? Was there a magical trail or something she could follow?
 
Looking about the roof, ugly and abused, trash and discarded junk littered the scene, the table that she saw him hiding behind, was on the opposite side of the roof. Turned over, one of the cult swords was sticking out of it winking gently in the passive moon light.
 
She came over to the sword, inspecting the metal and touching the blade with her hand, her skin instantly singed at the touch. She made a face and drew her hand back, scenting the air for any trace of that human.
 
The blade smokes gently, wavering gently in place. The air still held faint traces of the human, but she it trailed backwards, looping around towards the stairway. But the corspe eater had just finished snapping up tge last few bones of the two bodies and it twisted around sniffling at the air as well.
 
She froze as she could hear the creature sniff the air, and she prayed to her grandfather that he wouldn’t figure out she was here yet. Sure she was still shrouded, but that didn’t mean the creature couldn’t pinpoint her. Licking her dry lips, she knew she would have to find the human before that thing did.
 
It's singular eye fixed in her direction, the beady organ staring at her as it rounded slowly. The dead creature opened its mouth, its skin tearing as its jaws opened impossibly wide and its teeth glinted with wet blood. It's hideous maw screeched an unholy sound, as it started to bound forward at it, long limbs lashing out at her space.
 
( I find it insanely ironic and funny that Marie prayed to god, given who her father is)

Marie's eyes widened as she realized it pinpointed her direction and she jumped in the split second the creature came for her, blood red blade like wings soaring high above the ground. Steadying herself she gave a soft breath of relief, but knew the creature wasn't that dumb. It would find a way to get to her for sure.
 
(XD Yo man she's technically half an Angel it's okay riiiiiight?")

The creature snatched up a crate, throwing at it her as it's eye followed her. It hissed at her as the crate whizzed by her at break neck speed. It grabbed up another one, starting to take aim at her.
 
She maneuvered around in the air, her eyes slitting into that of a serpent’s, and she hissed annoyingly. Granted her father may have had serpents and all things like but he hadn’t been a serpent himself- at least none to her knowledge. It was just self actualized at this point. She tried to think quick, if she knew it’s name- she would essentially have control over the creature, right? Fuck- what was that language her parents taught her? Would that even work in a situation like that?
 
The creature threw another crate and another, making it screech at the sky at her. It had to be older than her, would the language of hell or heaven even sway it? The monster started to pry at the stone and cement roof.
 
Marie cursed under her breath. She raised her hands, soon drawing sigils around the creature while in mid air. It’s like the air around her was melded and singed by her very touch. She had saw her father do this one time, and of course she had trouble with it before but…she had to try.
 
The monster ripped up a hunk of cement and threw it at her as she sat still to draw her sigils, the huddling Stine crashing into her chest like a discus of pure stone. It shattered on impact against her body, pushing her creations askew.
 
Marie was impacted and flung back, colliding with the asphalt like a meteor. When the dust cleared, she spit out some blood and sat up. "Alright you fucker, I was trying to go the easy way on you," She touched her whip which changed forms, ready to snatch and entangle the thing.
 
While she drew her whip, the horror leapt off the roof top , its body eerily drifting on the air currents, gliding down for her. As it touched the ground, it leap at her, going in to gnash its maw at her face with its rabid bloody teeth.
 
She lashed her whip and aimed for the creature’s mouth- while moving to avoid it’s jaws just in case she didn’t manage to close it shut.
 
The whip annoyed its cheek, making its head twist, its Jawa snapping shut a few inches to the left of her head, nut before she could rejoice, its large hands dropped to start pounding her by hand
 
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