You and Alice stand together in the windswept deserts of the American midwest. Both of you are still wearing your dirty and blood stained testing uniforms. 574 and 273 together, one eager to destroy the world, one hesitant to destroy a single person. You are tall, and a deep shade of red. What would be the whites of your eyes (the sclera!) are black, and your irises are a glowing yellow, so that a constant stream of yellow mist is flowing from your vision at all times. Your hair is a deep, shiny black. It is unkempt and mazes all the way down to your shoulder blades. Jutting from your forehead are two large and curved horns. Growing from your back are two large black-feathered wings with a span wider than your body lengthwise. You are undeniably a demon.
Alice is, by all record, an eighteen year old human girl. Her hair is straight and falls to her shoulders, and is the color of golden wheat. Her face is soft and her skin is pale, from never seeing the sun. Her eyes are a piercing still blue, and her eyebrows always seem to arc upwards in the middle in a perpetual bashful gaze. She is unrecognisable as anything demonic.
And yet, here you both are, having murdered several dozen 'innocent' persons together. You, with a sadistic grin on your face and violent joy in your eyes. Her, with her fists clenched against her mouth and eyes to the ground, nervous and confused. You pat her on the head.
"You know America, pet?" You ask lovingly.
"Ah..." she says, looking up at you and blushing at being called 'pet' "Y-yeah.. What... do you... want to know?..."
"Can you tell me where some important places are here?" you ask, with the sweetest smile you can conjure plastered on your face.
"...ummm..." she puts a finger against her mouth in thought. "...well there's the... White House... that
s where the president lives... ummm... there's the "Pentagon"... which is where... all the military stuff is decided... and... ummmm..." she squints her eyes really hard as she tries to remember something important. "There's... New York City... which is... the biggest city I think..."
"Excellent! Would you like to help me find them, Alice? America is filled with bad people that want to hurt everyone, and I'm not going to be able to fix everything on my own. What do you say?" You ask.
"I..." She looks down again. "I... really like you, Emmett... Even though you're scary... and look really weird... you are so nice to me... and you want to help everyone..." She looks up at you, her eyes glinting with interest. "I want to be with you forever..."
You start laughing at the sheer rediculousness of what Alice has just said to you.
"...What!... What did I say!" Alice asks, turning bright red in Embarassment.
"Hahahaha, I've never. EVER. Been complimented like that before," You say through tears. It's true. Never, even in the demon world has anyone said they remotely 'liked you'. Sure, people 'feared you' and 'respected you' and sure some 'would give you anything just please oh please stop tearing my organs out' but no one has ever
wanted to be with you. It is a pleasant feeling.
"I'm sorry..." Alice says and looks down again.
Still laughing a bit, you tear a strip of still-clean fabric off of your sleeve. Then, you cut open your palm a little bit and pull some blood out in a long twisting shape. You move the blood so that it completely soaks the fabric. Then you fold it into a ribbon shape and harden the blood into a crystalline form, like the shards you make. You're left holding a large, glimmering, beautiful vermillion bow.
You place it in Alice's hair, as a sign of your affection and ownership.
"Now... Where to go first?" You ponder to yourself.
WHERE TO GO INDEED, EMMETT?
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Topic: Judgement Day - C'est fin. (Read 114134 times)