Dark Angel's Delight (eilonwe x Ryu)

Eilonwe Fri Jul 10, 2015 1:09 am

Grell giggled as he hopped from toe to toe, awaiting his newest assignment. He had inside information that it was going to be a huge score, and that meant possible advancement and who didn't want to climb up the food chain if they could? Stalking Michealis and Ciel was fun and all but even they could be boring with their stuffy morals. Grell craved action and adventure and the fleeting possibility of getting his ass kicked. Truly, Michaelis was the only one to give him a real challenge in that last few centuries but he was no fun because he was devoted to Ciel, and so couldn't really give his all to attempting to bring Grell his demise.

At last the envelope was handed to him. "Do take care with this one, Grell. He's an especially wicked acquisition, primed and ready to turn demon the moment he's released from this life. It's your duty to reap his soul before the demons have a chance to turn him. And be on constant guard. The man has legions of enemies, you must be ready to reap his soul at a moments notice. And remember our laws... there is to be no interference ! He more than deserves whatever means causes his demise." The keeper's look of utter disgust had him more than chomping at that bit to go meet whatever vile creature had earned such a look of disdain.

Snatching the envelope he read the contents, more than a little confused by what he read. The man was a warrior, a hero by many accounts. Loyal, hard working, conscientious, honorable... a fierce fighter who never left anyone behind. An all around freaking hero by all accounts. Until... the later years of the man's life spun out before him - a film that shouldn't even be in the hands of reapers if the man was still alive. And what he saw tightened his throat. Damn... talk about a hell of a bitchslap from fate. Experimented on, used up, lied to? Who wouldn't be tempted to go postal? And holy hells... the man was made for killing. Such ripe ground for a reaper. Oh, yeah, he was so going to enjoy this assignment.

He gathered his scythe and backpack and stood before the portal that would take him to his target. Closing his eyes he let his famous cheshire grin light face wickedly. "Here, Sephy, Sephy, Sephy... there's a good psychopath... come to Grell...."

Ryu Thu Jul 16, 2015 1:45 pm

The man had been slowly losing his mind all day.

It had started off as a head ache in the back, left side of his head when he'd woken up that morning. Shuffling over to the bathroom sluggishly, he's washed his face and started brushing his teeth when his head gave another shot of pain through to his right eye and he could have sworn that in the reflection of the mirror, he'd seen a hunched over person with a black robe on, obscuring their face.

He'd turned to inspect his apartment room, but nothing was there. 'Great, now I'm seeing things.' He'd thought to himself, as he sighed, tried to finish his routine and got dressed.

Once he was outside, the light and the fresh morning air seemed to do his head ache some good for a moment, but as soon as he heard a car horn, the pain was back, stabbing him, as he almost had to double over in pain. The pain subsided after only a moment into a low dull throbbing, as he sighed and began to walk down the street to work.

The metal of the plate beneath his feet clanked softly against his shoes, his eyes pretty much on the ground about ten feet ahead of himself, absently thinking of what he could have done to create such a head ache, when he felt like he was being watched. His eyes shifted to the side, watching people quickly moving back and forth to home and work just like him, when in the darkness between all of their moving bodies, he saw that black hooded figure again.

Quickly turning his full attention to it, he found it missing yet again. The little shadows in his vision were really starting to worry the man, as he pulled up his jacket closer to himself and walked faster down the street.

Work was work, per usual, but he kept seeing those little figures. Some in the corner of his eye near office plants, others across the street from his main floor office window. 'I need to call my psychiatrist...' He thought to himself, rubbing at his temples gently before he finally decided to head home early and try to get some rest from this pounding headache and dark visions.

Home was not as inviting as he had hoped. The visions had started appearing in front of him and moved around like little hobbling creatures. When he'd rolled over in his nap, he could hear a little scratchy voice telling him to follow them. That they were going to go see their master.

The man was now seated up on his couch, sighing as he rubbed at his temple once more, his eyes tired and ringed with a slight tinge of red. The TV was talking about some murders around the surrounding areas, but he'd silenced the new cast, trying to drink a warm cup of tea. "Certainly is a mystery..." A voice said behind him, as the man looked up at the screen. He was hearing voices awake now... perfect. He sighed and stood up to go fill his cup back up when he stopped.

There was another man in the room, leaning up against the wall. His face was angular and slim, his lips curled up into a deadly looking smirk, and his eyes were a piercing yellowish green with slits like a cat's eye. The other was frozen in his place, his eyes slowly taking in the other's overbearing appearance, his long hair flowing like liquid silver over his shoulders and down his back. "N-No... it... It can't be... they said you were dead..." He whispered, the man slowly standing up straight as he popped his back gently, his smirk turning into a grin, walking over to the other.

*

The walls had little trails of red liquid running down them, the floor speckled with the same color, though the carpet was stained by deep pools of the other's blood. The silver haired murderer stood next to the other's body, his hand over him, little lights of green floating up from the deep gashes in the other's skin into the man's palm.

Sephiroth smiled and inhaled softly, as he took in the man's essence, collecting the foreign Jenova cells quietly. So many survivors from that damned little town... Hojo had really cut out Sephiroth's work for him, as the man sheathed his sword and walked away slowly from the body, then from the apartment, walking, instead, to the roof of the building, looking up at the moon of the night, letting the wind dry the hot blood on his skin and clothing, completely unaware that he was being watched.

Eilonwe Mon Jul 27, 2015 2:38 am

Grell blinked in the sunlight, the bright cheerful countenance of it making him immediately grumpy. Why couldn't he have been sent to a nicely dreary overcast place like London? The city was modern in a way that his most recent visit to London was not. Here, some of the cars actually floated in the air. It was fascinating and offered so many new forms of demise than a more primitive era could contrive. Grell grinned, extending his senses to try to find his subject.

Chances are, Sephiroth would be found near a death and his senses told him there were at least 40 occurring right at that moment in this city. Being a reaper, he could detect death when it was occurring and most times could even tell from a distance whether it a peaceful kind of passing or a violent one. That kind of skill only came with age was honed depending on what kinds of deaths the particular reaper preferred to attend. Grell preferred violence and pain, so he was more attuned to those kinds of deaths. It cut the count immediately down from 40 to 10 and Grell began his journey to track Sephiroth down.

Lady luck, for once, was not playing the fickle bitch. Grell arrived at the third death just in time to reap the soul, admiring the nearly art-like blood splatter on the walls. The surgical precision of the cuts ensuring the most agony, while delaying the escape into death until the last possible moment. Damn, but Sephiroth was a fucking artist! He couldn't wait to watch him in action. It only took him but a few seconds to reap the soul, and then he was up, his steps quick and silent as he sought to catch up with his quarry.

The man was stunningly gorgeous in a way that even Michaelis was not. There was an aura of menace that leaked off the man, combined with the scent of blood that nearly made Grell want to purr. Perched on top of an antenna he watched his prey as he stood tall and proud on the top of the building, overlooking his domain.

Ryu Fri Jul 31, 2015 6:10 pm

The man sighed softly then, looking to the side and hearing sirens. It was no doubt in response to his little massacre. "They're getting faster." He said with a smirk, but it didn't bother him. He knew that they wouldn't be able to follow him. He looked down at the empty streets below and then raised his left hand, a shadowed creature rising from up out of the ground and reached up like a child trying to hang from his father's arm. "Go... find my next victim.." He said to it, but instead of disappearing like it usually did, it's eyeless gaze turned towards the Reaper standing on the pole behind them.

Sephiroth growled a little in agitation when the minion didn't listen to him, pulling out his sword, only to stop, realizing now that he was being watched. A frown formed over his face slowly as he clutched his sword, but kept it lazily hanging from his side in his hand.

He took in the other's appearance. He'd never seen such clothing before on a man. His long red hair made him think of someone else... Reno? Yeah... some lacky of Rufus Shinra. But this man was different. Although they had the same body build, the man's face was a little more square.

Either way, he didn't feel like the other should be standing there so casually. Something was definitely off about the man, and Sephiroth didn't like the vibes he was getting. Suddenly, he turned and leapt from the building. He fell a few feet before landing onto a light post and jumped from it, sailing up into the air and landed on the roof of a nearby building, though he was across the street now. He began running away from the scene and the red haired man. He wanted to get his task done before he decided to get into any more fights. The one between Zack and Cloud had been devastating and he'd only just recovered.

Eilonwe Sun Aug 02, 2015 9:04 am

Grell sneered at the shadow creature before snarling lowly at it, satisfied when it's blank eyes widened in terror before it misted out. He allowed himself to become visible to his prey for a moment, and grinned when Sephiroth showed no fear of himself - death. Though he did become rather annoyed when Sephiroth began to make a hasty retreat, he only hoped it was due to intelligent self-preservation against the distant wailing of what likely served as law enforcement on this world, and not say... a fear of death. Sephiroth's retreat was hasty for a nimble human , but sluggish by reaper standards. He made himself invisible and followed closely on Sephiroth's heels. Hopefully his pet psychopath would find a new victim soon and Grell would be able to watch the artist at work. Long, drawn-out, tortuous deaths were some of Grell's favorite, but there were so few talented and skilled torturers these days. It made him miss the middle ages terribly.

Ryu Sun Aug 09, 2015 11:10 pm

Seeing that the odd man with the red hair wasn't following him anymore, Sephiroth summoned another couple of husks and sent them off to find another victim. He wouldn't have time to make it look less suspicious, he would need to get another fragment of Jenova and quickly. He was almost done with this city, and those people were all over.

When he got the message from his adopted minions, he quickly made his way over to the little house that they had pointed him to.

Inside there was a lonely woman. She seemed to be up waiting for someone, her hand lifted with the remote as she slowly switched the channel. He could feel the fragment calling to him, as he grinned, touching at the glass of the window before he looked and found that miraculously, he wasn't locked.

Now who in their right mind, with a killer on the loose, would not lock their windows? He thought to himself, grinning and opening the portal, slipping through silently. His hair fell into his face a little, the silvery strands shimmering in the moonlight.

Slowly, he unsheathed his sword and crept up to the woman, the television flickering light over him, as the news that had been aired that morning began to replay. The woman sighed softly, leaning on the armrest of the couch. Sephiroth couldn't help but notice the soft exposed flesh of her neck where she'd pulled her hair away and for a fleeting moment, he felt like just a regular human man. The moment came and went as she moved around subtly on the couch, until finally, she stood up, turning the TV off and stretched, never truly facing the man as she went to bed.

*

The way that she had looked at him was just like the way the man had, and deep down inside of Sephiroth, that rattled something. It was a feeling that both made him sadistically happy and a tiny bit angry. How could these low-level humans think that someone as perfect as him could die so easily? For a fleeting moment, he'd thought of killing her quickly after he'd had his way with her, but when he'd woken her up, he'd lost all interest.

He'd slit her throat first to silence her, and for a moment, just enjoyed watching the blood run down that pretty neck and pool up around her shoulders on the bed. Then he'd set to work stabbing into her, cutting her open at the chest, slashing back and forth and deeply into her.

In a rather twisted and sadistic way... he'd enjoyed every moment of it, because despite everything, she'd still been alive. When he'd finally collected the fragment, he looked around the little home and had realized that she lived alone, that no one would be visiting any time soon. In a spur of the moment decision, he began to take off his bloody clothing and threw it into the little washing unit before he started a shower for himself and began to wash himself. Despite how much he really did enjoy the feel of the blood dry against his skin, he didn't really need to sleep with it like that.

The warm water began to run down his face and chest, washing away everything. He wondered that when he allowed himself to merge with the life stream as mother wanted, if it would feel like this... like being wrapped into a nice warm blanket... or would it be cool and refreshing? He longed to know... and he hoped that he could do it all without losing to that damnable Cloud.

When he was finished washing himself and his hair, he stepped out onto the shower mat and put his attention on his hair first, drying it slowly before he began to dry himself off. While he was in the middle of this process, however, he heard a noise. Opening the door, he found that someone was in the room with the woman. Great, he thought, now I'm going to have to kill someone else... I just got washed.

Eilonwe Tue Aug 11, 2015 2:02 pm

Grell couldn't help himself, he really couldn't. Sephiroth was such a sadistic artist with his kills. He hadn't seen someone killed so violently while prolonging the moment of death in centuries. He'd wondered at Sephiroth's intent when he went to the bathroom, and he grinned when he spied the other undressing. ooh, bloody hells, but that man was ripped , and sexy as hell bathed in splatters of blood. Too bad he intended to wash it off instead of bathing in it. He'd look especially lovely painted all over in natures crimson.

Sighing in disappointment when Sephiroth finally stepped under the spray, he left to collect the soul of Sephiroth's most recent victim. He replayed in slow motion the agony of her death, the fear and pain diluted in replay but nevertheless potent enough to make him hard. He finally allowed her life to play out in reverse, smirking as he found all the myriad reasons she'd deserved her death at Sephiroth's hands.

He heard a noise from the bathroom doorway and he looked up and grinned. Sephiroth had towel dried his hair, making him look like he'd just been well and truly fucked, water droplets trickling down his defined torso to absorb into the damp towel that clung like a jealous lover to his hips, giving a hint to the lovely package below that he'd only caught a glimpse of. The woman's reel had only just been collected. There was nothing left but a shell and cool congealing blood. Grell grinned at Sephiroth and dipped two fingers in the puddle of blood beneath the woman's nearly severed head and brought them to his mouth, suckling lewdly on them with a soft moan of pleasure.

"Terror, agony, utter despair... it's the finest wine, isn't it?" Grell winked cheekily at Sephiroth then became invisible once again. It was going to be so damn fun to fuck with the guy. To follow behind and merrily reap the crop of souls Sephiroth would sow.

Ryu Thu Aug 13, 2015 4:12 pm

The man had been trying to see what the other was doing and then suddenly, he was gone. Not like gone out the window, or had slipped away to run out the door. He was just... gone. Sephiroth growled, picking up his sword, holding the towel with one hand and began to search the little house. He slashed his sword through the empty air.

He couldn't feel the materia that the other was using like he normally could, but the man had to be using something! After he'd tired himself out searching however, he huffed and decided to just leave. He pulled his clothing out and slipped on his pants again, grabbing the other pieces and tied them up into a wad, holding them and his sword and he slipped out the back door of the house, making his way back to what he considered home.

It took all night and half the day on foot, so when he finally got in, he practically slammed himself onto his bed and groaned, touching at the bedding and passed out rather hard. Despite his terrestrial genes, he was still human... he still needed sleep.

And sleep he did. He woke up sometime the next morning and walked out to eat something light before he summoned another one of his minions and listened to a report about the next couple of people with fragments that he could recover were at.

Eilonwe Fri Aug 21, 2015 7:40 am

Damn, but Sephiroth was utterly cute when he was pissed. He had such a sexy growl when he was frustrated. Grell wondered if he'd growl low and sexy like that when he was sexually frustrated as well. Damn if he didn't want to find out. He'd been ordered to collect Sephiroth's soul, but he hadn't been given a parameter on when. Good thing his boss was a fucking idiot. Grell was going to take his own sweet time watching this deliciously sadistic psychopath paint his world in hemaglobin crimson.

He kept just out of range of Sephiroth's sword strokes, though he was awfully tempted to play with it's edge. Instead he followed along, sighing in disappointment when all Sephiroth did was go 'home' and crash. He spent a boring hour sifting through all of Sephiroth's crap then meandered back toward town for a few hours to reap a few unfortunate souls. Two boring muggings and a rather vicious gang rape made a satisfying ending to his night. He returned to stand vigil at Sephiroth's bedside a few hours before daylight. Of course Sephiroth would be up at the ass-crack of dawn, it just proved how deep set his sadism went. Or was that masochism? No, no- it had to be sadism if only by default because Grell fucking hated dawn with it's bright, hope for the new day, birds chirping bullshit.

So he grumbled to himself and watched as Sephiroth got dressed - quite enjoying the view thank you very much - and called up one of his shadow beasts to bring him information. Now that was a handy trick Grell wouldn't mind having. Minions... only the best villains had them. Now to see who Sephiroth was going to murder next...

Ryu Thu Oct 01, 2015 10:42 pm

Sephiroth nodded, waiving the creature away, as he readied his sword and shifted, popping his neck and took off at a sprint through the wastes. He made his way into Midgar, where he followed his little husks around, watching them collecting around certain people. The people couldn't see them... or rather... didn't want[ to see them. With a smirk, Sephiroth waited until said people were alone, then took them out one by one, absorbing the genes of Jenova with the help of his materia*.

He painted the walls red happily and stood basking in the warmth of their blood against his skin by the light of the full moon. His skin tingled with the new power, his eyes narrowed and dangerous as he licked at a stray sliver of blood running in a droplet down his face. The woman was a pretty little thing... she'd been so young in the village... she thought she'd gotten free of the nightmares finally after two years... "Now they'll be silenced forever, my dear..." He said, running his fingers down his speckled chest, looking over, seeing flashing lights, as he disappeared into the shadows, jumping up to the rooftops and began to hunt down his next victim.

The time was near... he could feel it... soon it would be time for him to reunite with his... 'father.'

Eilonwe Wed Nov 04, 2015 2:38 am

Grell grinned at the sheer mercilessness of his intended prey. This Sephiroth was an artist with the blade. For some of his victims he was swift and ruthless, severing limbs and heads soon after he made certain they knew without a doubt who was killing them. With two others he took his time, and it was beautiful to watch. Blood splattered and flowed as he dealt pain while delaying death until the last moment. And Grell was there to reap each and every soul. Their tales were interesting to watch, the violence in their previous interactions with Sephiroth making him nearly giggle with delight. It had been centuries since he'd encountered a true sociopath let alone one with such blood thirst as Sephiroth.

He toyed with a piece of Sephiroth's blood soaked hair, lifting it to taste the blood from it gently so as not to clue Sephiroth in that he wasn't alone in bloody reverie. It was salty and sweet and redolent of agony and terror. Such a heady vintage. Too soon, Sephiroth was off and running again, his stamina quite impressive as he headed for his next victim. Grell followed like one of Sephiroth's shadow minions, eager to reap the next victim's soul. His qouta for the week already well exceeded and he'd only been here a few days. With Sephiroth on a war path he looked likely to reap as many souls as he had reaped in the World Wars - and it would all be at the hands of one man.

Damn but Sephiroth would make a damn fine Reaper.

Ryu Tue Nov 10, 2015 8:34 pm

The woman sighed softly as she stood out on the ground of the desert, looking around with sad mournful eyes. She held onto a lock of black hair and a picture of two young girls, identical in looks and dress, a tear falling down her face. She couldn't get the dreams to stop, ever since she'd found her sister torn to shreds in her bedroom. The night of the festival, the sudden burst of flames, the shaking of the ground. The toppling of buildings. A man amongst the fires. People shouting and screaming, running, falling, dying.

Gasping, the woman fell to her own knees, the photo of her and her twin sister falling in her hand to her side, as she looked up at the moon, looking to it's cool and unchanged face. "Why?" She whispered, sniffling and gasping suddenly. There was something cold against the back of her neck. No... No it was coming through her neck... it was protruding on the other side of her throat. She didn't feel anything, but that was blood. There was blood in her mouth, on her hands as she lifted them ever so slightly. Was... she bleeding?

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she went into shock, but she would not wake from it. "I knew I'd find you, sooner or later." The man said, running his fingers through her long black hair before she fell to the side, the man's sword slowly falling out of the back of her head. As soon as the blade was free, she began to bleed out all over the ground and before too long, she was gone as well.

"Such an eventful night." He said to himself, looking to the moon and smirking again. It was like she was calling to him, shining brighter with every sacrifice he made and offered.

Eilonwe Sun Nov 29, 2015 4:48 am

Sephiroth's most recent kill was almost uncharacteristically ... well... merciful . It had been quick and nearly painless, as the woman knelt tearfully distracted by memory.

A bit dissappointed, Grell bent to gather her soul, and play her lifethread. It was equally dissappointing, not nearly worth any effort from Sephiroth, at most the woman had been a bystander. She'd not really done anything to garner Sephiroth's personal wrath, but then he noticed for the first time that Sephiroth had garnered something from her before she'd passed. A strange kind of energy he had never before encountered. Sifting through his memories of all of Sephiroth's kills he came to realize that Sephiroth had harvested this same kind of strange energy from each of his victims.

Curiosity had ever been the killer of cats, but fortunately Grell was immortal - or nearly so. He let himself appear to Sephiroth, his fingers suckling his most recent victim's blood from his fingers. "I do not understand you. You are so sadistically gorgeous in your psychopathy. So brilliantly violent and at times ... mmm... so sexily merciless. But at other times you kill swiftly, painlessly, showing mercy for no damn reason! What is this energy you seem to seek? I've never encountered it before..."

He asked, honestly curious, as he dipped his hand back into the blood of Sephiroth's latest victim, murmuring a hum of pleasure at the taste. His eyes fluttered closed momentarily in pleasure... "mmm... such utter despair! But it's terror and agony I like best. mmm..." Grell licked his lips provacatively. "You're victims are like the finest damn wine, Sephiroth. I must compliment you on your vintage."

Ryu Wed Dec 30, 2015 2:57 pm

When the silence from the night had been broken, the man frowned, turning as he saw the other standing there. Again, clad in red and his eyes such an odd combination of colors. Instead of reacting as a man being pursued, he turned slowly to look the other up and down once again, shifting. "You again..." He grumbled, gripping his sword tighter into his hand before he tilted his head. "You mean the remnants of Jenova?" He asked, brushing his hair back away from his shoulder, the moonlight revealing his well chiseled chest with two black belts laid over it, making him look pale.

"I believe I should be asking the questions, however... How is it that you've been able to follow me? And why... are you drinking her blood?" He asked, quickly flicking his sword and slapping the hilt against his forearm, removing the blood from it effectively. "And I know how it is to be lost and alone. Her fear was only because of the remnants. There was no reason to bring those fears back... I am a new man, after all." He said with a smirk.

Eilonwe Sun Jan 10, 2016 7:55 am

Grell scoffed as he licked the last of the blood from his fingertips. "The remnants of Jenova? What is that? or is that a person? As for the blood, It provides no sustenance, just pleasure. I would think a man like you would appreciate such conceits."

Grell stood up tall and grinned at Sephiroth as he let his Scythe become visible. "Most people live boring lives and they die immensely boring deaths. You however, have provided me with entertainment the likes of which I haven't seen in, oh, 200 years. I think I owe you a kiss in gratitude. Guess what I am, and I'll give you more than just a kiss. Interested in a little game?"

Ryu Mon Jan 11, 2016 9:28 am

Sephiroth watched the other's movements and frowned in concentration. He was certainly moving into a fighting stance, but he was speaking of kissing and... more? This did intrigue the rogue SOLDIER. He'd never been secret about his romance preferences. Anyone and everyone who peeked his interest was fair game for the famous protector gone bad.

But when the other asked him to guess what he was, Sephiroth frowned. Human was definitely NOT the answer, and Midgardian was just as improbable. He got his sword up for the ready and jumped back a little, when the man raised his own rather brutal looking weapon, and smirked. "Simple... is definitely not a word I would use to describe you." He said, suddenly charging the other, swinging his sword towards the other's body.

Eilonwe Wed Jan 13, 2016 6:09 am

Grell grinned and swung his scythe in a swiftly graceful arc to meet Sephiroth's long blade in a clash of sparks. Twisting his wrist, he reversed the curve upon which Sephiroth's blade rested and slid his scythe down toward Sephiroth's body forcing the other to disengage or be cut in two.

Grell laughed. "Touche, for neither are you. I notice you didn't exactly decline my offer of a kiss. Perhaps the mighty warrior has a passion for other things besides blood, and the song of steel slicing flesh?"

It was a challenge, clearly made and Grell was hoping that Sephiroth would be willing to play. Following Sephiroth around for the last few days, watching his artistry, tasting the blood of his victims had Grell craving a different kind of passion.

Ryu Wed Jan 13, 2016 6:39 pm

The man pulled away to keep from getting hit, but he came back, the two weapons clanging off one another, more sparks flying, as he came in close, his face cool and collected with a small smile on his lips. "Another passion, you say?" He asked, standing up straight, towering over Grell now, as he smirked and with a quick change of direction, tossed their weapons away from one another.

Now that there was nothing in their way, he grabbed the man with one arm and pushed him back to throw him off balance, before letting go. "And what form of passion... would that be?" He teased, stepping over the other, standing directly over the other's hips as he pushed his long silvery hair out of his face to look down at the other with his feline eyes, smiling.

Eilonwe Tue Feb 09, 2016 8:21 pm

Grell's eyes widened as Sephiroth calmly disarmed them both. With a grin he allowed himself to be pushed down. He leaned up on his elbows as Sephiroth stood over him, pushing all that sexy silver hair over one shoulder.

Grell laughed at Sephiroth's question. "The fuck you unconscious kind, my little sex-bomb of psychotic glee. Why, are you more into crotchet Bakemono or something?"

Ryu Wed Feb 24, 2016 7:49 pm

"Sensual can definitely have it's benefits... but I do prefer my lovers to be put out once I'm done with them." He smirked, kneeling near the other, before he slid up the other's body slowly, his silver hair touching at the red fabric. "You are far too dressed, my dear... for my tastes..." He said, running his finger slowly up the other's chest, popping each of his buttons free of their clasp as he did. "My my... you creatures dress up in an awful lot of clothing... don't you?" He asked, straddling the other again, using both hands to rip the other's layers off quickly.

He couldn't help but admit that he wanted this so terribly bad. It had been an awful long time since he'd last had any kind of fun... and that had been with some man he'd come to be rather good friends with before he had found out about everything that had made him who he was.

Eilonwe Sun Mar 06, 2016 2:22 am

There was just something thrilling about having his clothes ripped from his body by someone as ... well... ripped as Sephiroth. As soon as the buttons of his shirt were ripped free he shrugged his shoulders. Freeing his torso of the fabric, while not yet removing the natural restraint on his lower arms that the shirt provided. Something in him liked the idea of being restrained, of being totally under Sephiroth's non-existent mercy. Grell was death after all, and practically immortal. That is, he had no natural end to his life-span, it could only be taken. His death was only possible if he was murdered because fate didn't allow Grim Reapers to suicide. And if he was to be murdered, he wanted it to be at Sephiroth's hand, by his blade. No one else was worthy, in his eyes, to take his life.

Grell arched his hips, inviting the psychotic warrior to strip him nude. "Promise me you'll fuck me ruthlessly now, and save the truly kinky disturbed sex for later. Mmm...I'm done waiting for it. I want you to make me scream..."

Ryu Thu Jun 16, 2016 2:34 am

Sephiroth's cold eyes looked down at the other. Yes, taking him like this would truly be amazing, he figured. The pale curves of the creature's body were luring and tantalizing. But as the silver haired man slowly leaned over, letting his hot breath tease at the torso presented to him, a seed of torture sprouted within his mind, as a rather twisted and diabolical smile spread across his features.

"You are so willing to lay down for me... it's a rather tempestuous offer... but I'm afraid you're just not my type." He said, licking at the man's cheek, before he called upon the dark materia hidden away in his belt and disappeared in a flashy bit of black smoke. The rumble of tires on the cracked and parched earth came to a halt just behind Grell then, two police officers coming up and yelling at the other to show his hands, holding up weapons loaded with rubber bullets.

Sephiroth hadn't waited to stick around to see what happened; instead, he'd found himself close to where he called home, sighing and replacing his pants around his waist with a satisfied smirk on his lips, humming to himself as he made his way into his lair. The question of who this creature was with the red hair and interesting eyes was rather intriguing, but if the other should find him again, Sephiroth would have to pry further. A bit of that twisted foreplay should do the trick, he thought to himself, laying his clothing to the side and crawling into the bed he'd made for himself with a sigh once again.

Eilonwe Fri Jun 17, 2016 1:02 pm

Grell growled under his breath as Sephiroth rejected him. Actually rejected him! He muttered furiously under his breath, Sephiroth's arrogant flip off actually fueling his desire. Even he had to grin at the ridiculousness of his predicament when the police insisted he put his hands up when they were still so obviously restrained by his shirt. With a flex of his not so wimpy as they appeared muscles he ripped the shirt in half allowing the ends to dangle from his wrists like broken fetters and turned to grin at the nervous cops.

"Hello, boys ..." Grell leered at the public servants. "Been to any homicides recently? I'm hungry..."

Ryu Fri Jun 17, 2016 5:04 pm

When the man stood up, the fear seeped into the color of the officer's eyes. Although he was rather lean and slim looking, the fabric ripped like paper and fell around his wrists. "Get back to the ground!" the one to the shinagami's right shouted, the other raising his gun to aim.

There had always been trouble makers. But they feared they could be dealing with a rouge SOLDIER. Of course they had no idea what they were really up against. When he spoke, something tingled at the back of their necks, raising the hair there. This wasn't good. This wasn't right. Had they been anyone different, they would have tuck tail and run, but as their duty was to catch anyone suspicious of the recent murders in Midgar, they had to bring all suspects in for questioning. "Put your hands in the air and get back to the ground!" The one on the left barked this time, succeeding in banishing the fear from his voice, though his body still shook slightly in the light of their vehicles.

Eilonwe Wed Aug 10, 2016 3:12 am

Grell chuckled, his voice low and growly and he flashed his gleaming pointed teeth at them. Each and every one as sharp as a fang, his was the mouth of a predator of the highest order. " I don't think so... "

Grell tilted his head and inhaled the faint scent of blood and fear and death. It was a heady cologne that lingered in the air long after the bodies had been removed. Licking his lips lewdly he winked at them. "I'd stay and play a while, but I taste a triple homicide on the air. Mmmm... young souls are so full of tasty angst... they really are quite the treat... " Turning he stepped out of the physical realm. He laughed as the police officers fired into thin air. Shoving off his torn clothing he manifested himself another shirt, this one blood red and set off to find Sephiroth. Surely it wouldn't be too much longer until Sephiroth's murder spree began again. Damn but the psychotic bastard flipped his switch in the worst way. If anything, Sephiroth was becoming even sexier than Sebastian Michaelis and he hadn't thought anyone or anything could be sexier than that demon butler.

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