Sayuri was enraptured by the demon with the white hair, the one who she promised herself to. She wished she had more to give. As she felt his lips against hers again she imagined she could feel their souls mingling, their spirits becoming one as their passionate kiss caused the forest to melt away from her conscious thought. She could no longer taste the blood rain and it saddened her, though took nothing away from the sweetness of his lips. She watched in fascination as her angel’s eyes turned from dark to red again and she heard his voice within her mind. His voice caressed her, and she gave in to its embrace, her only wish to please him. His words caused her heart to soar, to know that she belonged to someone. To him. She had shown him every dark and terrible thing in her mind and he hadn’t turned from her. He had accepted her and she loved him for it.
She would close her eyes and look at the image of Azrael in her mind. It was a strange and surreal experience, to watch his lips move as he spoke to her while she felt his lips pressed against her own. Feeling none of the fear she usually endured when speaking aloud, she would answer him in her mind her words flowing freely. “Now and forever I am yours. Anything you wish of me I will give. My heart, my mind and my body. My soul is yours if you desire it. Take all of me and do with it what you will, I am nothing without you.”
She felt whole as she wrapped herself around her angel and surrendered to his will. She would never leave him, she knew it in her heart; the love she felt for Death was all encompassing. He had seen her. While she still clung to her fear and despair he had seen her. With him by her side she was something and that meant more than any dreams she had, more than any fears. She would kill for him. She would die for him. In her mind she saw the truth of it, killing and dying were easy, they were peaceful and certain and something she desired. They were not sacrifice, there was more she could give. “I will live for you.”
She would whisper the words in her mind, an explosion of fear coursing through her at the word ‘live’. It was the thing that scared her the most and she would gladly face it to make him happy, she felt she could now that she was his and he was hers.
When Azrael pulled away from her she would open her eyes, her uncertainty returning at the absence of his touch. Had she already offended him? Her heart ached with sorrow at the thought of displeasing her angel until she heard his words within her again. She would smile as understanding dawned on her, he was not rejecting her, he wished to share something. She would place her hand in his, following after him through the forest and never once taking her eyes off of her love. “I do trust you. Completely.”
He led her through trees and underbrush until they neared the edge of the forest, her heart pounding as they drew nearer to the village. She knew her angel would never harm her but her fear of the people within the city would cause icy sweat to form on her brow. She never slowed her pace, she did trust Azrael, her body fought her for control as she swallowed her dread and did as he asked, closing her eyes she would wrap her arms around herself and wait in the dark of her mind.
Without his hand in hers, without feeling him against her the minutes felt as eternity. She longed to reach for him, to open her eyes and see his beautiful face again as he looked at her. A surprise was something she had never received, not from one who loved her. There had been others who had sought to ‘surprise’ her, but those had been cruel and heartless pranks. Their motives coated in the sickly malice of the young. She would shift her feet as she waited, her balance threatening to betray her as she stood with no sense of where she was. Just when her doubts began to take form she would feel a gentle hand against her cheek and a loving voice within her mind. All her doubts faded at his touch and as she opened her eyes confusion would pass through her again as she looked at a man walking towards them. Sayuri would look back and forth between Azrael and the man approaching them, she wasn’t frightened but she didn’t understand. The nameless man walked with agony etched into his features, his movements labored and would fall to his knees before the pair of monsters. She would nod with delight as she heard Azrael's explanation. It was a gift. Answering in her mind she would turn and lovingly place her lips against Azrael’s cheek. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love it. I would like to play with it.”
Turning back to the kneeling man she would crouch so that she was face to face with him and peer into his now clear eyes, studying his features. He was familiar to her but it was a memory that was difficult to grasp, each time she reached for it the images would slip through the cracks in her mind. She would lean her body to see around him, even reaching forward to sniff at the man in the hopes of conjuring the memory of his face. As the minutes ticked by and she was no closer to an answer she heard the man mutter the words “Fuckin’ freak.”
And something clicked, it was not just the sound of his voice, it was the tone of it. The voice of a person who thought she was nothing and sought to hurt her with it. She would sit back on her heels, her palms placed on the tops of her thighs and stare at the man as her memories took shape. Thinking back on her life she could see the man’s eyes, a young boy who had taken her drawings and thrown them in the dirt. Who had laughed at her and called her a freak, encouraged everyone to laugh along with him. Her rage bubbled up as she heard the word over and over again in her mind.
She wanted to lash out and end him on the spot, to silence his mockery and defiance. He was being forced to kneel before her and still he looked at her with dismissiveness. As though somehow he was more than she was, had more of a right to exist than she did. It filled her with fury and with a quick movement she would rise up and place her tiny hand over the man’s mouth, her snow white eyes staring into his as the forest grew cold and frost filled the air. Remembering her angel was with her she would open her mouth and speak softly to her gift, like a mother trying to calm a frightened child. “A freak am I? Perhaps. We will see.”
Her fingers would curl into the man's skin, her nails pressing into his flesh and causing him to try to pull away from her grip. She would laugh joyfully as she saw realization dawn on his face, he would not leave here alive. Like all things though he would still fight, his fear replaced with indignation and terror fueled anger. She was not physically strong, she couldn’t keep him still by force and so he was easily able to pull away from her grasp, and with hatred in his eyes he would pull back his head and spit at her. “You’re fuckin’ dead you little freak.”
The spittle that had landed on her cheek was warm. Sayuri’s hand would rise to her face and slowly and deliberately wipe the man’s spit away, pausing to admire the translucent liquid on her fingers before removing all traces of the offence with her hand against the man’s shirt. “You shouldn’t have done that little gift.”
She would look back at Azrael as the man clutched at his head, trying to suppress a scream. Azrael was silent but she could see his intense stare at the suffering man and knew her Angel would never allow harm to come to her. The temperature around her would drop even lower as she channeled her Hyoton into her right hand, turning her gaze back to her gift she would watch the man’s face turn from one of defiance to abject horror as two inch long talons made of ice grew on each of her finger tips. They were sharp and deadly looking, sparkling beautifully as the moonlight touched their icy edges. With a soft smile she would gently trace the line of the man’s jaw with the tip of her ice claw, keeping her gaze locked on the frightened man’s eyes. She could still see his denial, his will to fight and live. His hatred of her. “You took something from me, little gift. And you’re going to give it back.”
She would press harder as she spoke, drawing a thin red line along the man’s jawbone as the ice talon slid effortlessly through his skin. The man would grunt quietly but did not speak, his eyes glancing up to the solemn and terrifying form that was her Angel of Death.
A single drop of blood appeared on the cut she had made, and she would delicately scoop it up with her icy claw and hold it up to the light marvelling at its beauty as it glistened in the moonlight. Remembering the taste of the blood rain Sayuri would open her mouth and slowly drag her tongue along the claw until the ruby drop was placed on the tip of her tongue. A shiver would run through her as she tasted it, the sweetness of his fear like a delicious treat. She wanted more of it, to bathe in his blood and soak in a fear not her own. With hunger in her frosted eyes she would draw more lines on the skin of his face and neck with her talons. Each time leaning forward to lick at the blood that wept from his fresh wounds. She could feel it now, his fear of her, smell it as each cut was deeper than the last and he wet himself in terror and pain. It was the most exciting thing Sayuri had ever experienced and she could feel a heat rise in her as the man struggled and whimpered. Raising his arm above her head and leaning back to face the sky she would slice across his flesh until blood trickled down onto her face and chest. She would shiver again in delight, the feeling of the hot blood as it ran down her skin causing the heat in her to rise higher. She would look back at her Angel, her eyelids heavy as she revelled in the man’s torment and fear. Holding out a hand to Azrael she would speak in her mind, her eyes full of adoration and desire. “I beg you, please come join me, my Angel.”
She would dig her clawed fingers into the man’s arm again, sending blood pouring over her and she would moan softly as it covered her hair and flesh, soaking into her white dress. She wanted to feel this with her Legion, to feel his touch as her gift’s life essence poured over them both. She would wait patiently for her Demon, sighing happily as she felt her gift’s panic rise, his grunts of pain as her claws dug into his flesh sounding like music to her ears.
Trained - Ice Talons (C-Rank Custom) 200/200