Borrowing a pair of Beck's indestructible clothing, Martyr stood on the pier at the docks. She wore a white tank top which didn't quite cover her entire belly, and a pair of jean shorts that seemed like they fit everywhere but her ass. It looked like her butt was going to bust right out of them. It wasn't exactly an outfit that she was comfortable in--mostly because she looked like she belonged in a rap video--but it beat being naked when her clothes melted off from the acid drool. The hydra already had its head peeking up from the water, and Martyr grinned lightly. "W-well h-hi there, b-beautiful..."

Off-set to the docks, there were two men. One that would be familiar, one... that was doubtfully familiar to the reaper. Somewhere in between King's Cove and the docks themselves, around a makeshift campfire a respectful ways from the water, was the Blood King and his brother, Hydro.

The naga was someone who managed to look even more tribalistic than Daemien himself, mostly due to the fact of a dark blue strip of a birthmark across his eyes and brows, starting from one temple to the other and fading off into his hairline. What would possibly draw the attention of the reaper? A lighter, rolling giggle that held that of a hiss from the snake and the harsher, louder laughter of the Blood King.

Those sharp, jagged jaws vibrated with a growl as noises were head off in the distance. The immortal spun slowly to look at the source of the noise, "Y-you c-calm d-d-down," she scolded the beasts and then tilted her head. "H-him again..?" she mumbled to herself. She could recognize those dreads from a mile away. "W-what's he laughing about? At l-least n-n-nobody is screaming.." she mumbled. There was no way she was going to get accused of stalking him. "S-sorry, I g-gotta g-go..." The dominant head let out a little screech of protest. "K-keep it d-d-down..!" she whispered in a pleading hiss. Then one of the heads craned over her body, "What're y-y-you..? Eeeep!" It swatted her off the deck and she fell back on the dominant head. Perking herself up on her hands and knees as it rose. "Y-you're b-being b-bad.."

The two intoxicated idiots were going back and forth, saying random words in varying strange voices to amuse their THC filled mind. "Habissscusss... herbersssscusssss... HAH-BASSS-CUSSS!" That would be Hydro, the tribal snake that was raising his voice, lowering his tone, changing the pitch up and down. The added hiss from his serpentine tongue making the word all the more amusing to the poor Blood King who was laughing so hard his stomach was aching.

Tilted on his side, barely keeping himself propped at this point on a forearm and elbow. His eyes were surely red, but it wasn't out of hunger, that was for sure. "Hydro, man. S-stop..." he waved his hand at his brother, trying to catch his attention. "You're going to make me vomit my lunch." He coughed, shaking his head until something out of the corner of his eye had him shifting his blood-shot hazels toward... a Hydra? Laughter ebbing away, he seemed to stare for a moment, lifting himself from his slumped position against the ring of rocks around the campfire. "The hell is that?.." not the multi-headed serpent he was talking about. There looked to be someone on the head of one in particular. His gaze narrowed, trying to focus. "Is that Hero?"

Hydro, the stoned snake, was looking just above Daemien's head. "Brotttthhher... do you need a hero?" And promptly started humming Bonnie Tyler's 'I Need A Hero'.

I'm holdin' out for a hero til the morning liiiight. "D-d-don't..." Martyr whimpered, as she stood up on the thing's head while it moved out to sea. "Nah-Nahla!" she yelped out in her stern voice, and the other heads seemed to stiffen up. "Y-you c-can't k-keep m-me.. I'll b-be back t-to v-visit soon, I p-promise, b-but you have to p-put m-me back..." The creature roared in annoyance, glowing purple eyes scanning the area as it shrunk back towards the shore. It stretched its long head to put her back on the pier. "I'll s-see you t-tomorrow, ok-kay?" The creature seemed to huff and turn away from her. "Aw... d-don't b-be like that, I'm s-s-sorry..."

His nose crinkled at his brother's suggestion, to which he picked up a pebble from the sand and flicked it toward the nearly-blind snakes forehead.

He blinked when it pelted him right between his eyes and the poor thing just looked up at the sky even though he wouldn't see a damned thing. "The sssky isss falling..." it was a hushed whisper, eyes wide and glazed as he stared up like he expected a giant boulder to fall from the sky and squash him.

The action only made Daemien lose his shit all over again, breaking off into his coarse laughter as he glanced over to Martyr and the Hydra again. He gave it a questionable look as the serpent looked... upset with her? What is it with this chick and beasts, I mean come on! He could only faintly hear what she was saying to it, clipped words like whispers on the wind.

The heck is he laughing about...? He doesn't laugh unless he's woozy... Yeah, apparently they were both tripping one another up at this point. She wasn't sure if he spotted her, but she felt like she could be. Mostly because the hydra wasn't exactly the most stealthy thing. Especially with those glowing eyes and drool that oozed from her mouth. The thing lowered its head, and she gave it a pat to the side of its face. "Y-you're a g-g-good g-girl, b-but I g-gotta g-go. I p-promise I'll b-be back t-t-tomorrow, okay?" the heads surrounded her, battering her body in the gentlest way with nuzzles before it pulled back and sank into the water. Alright, now to tip-toe!

Sure he laughs. You just have to be the right person, and he's got to be the right kind of high. Or be bleeding... but that's a different kind of laughter. This laughter was pure enjoyment, amusement and he sounded... happy? It was a sight that would possibly make people think he'd lost his mind, or they should start running.

Hydro wasn't though, he was looking every which way wondering if the sky was indeed falling.

Daemien wasn't being any help, finding little rocks to pelt his nearly blind brother with to convince him further that the sky was raining pebbles.

"What isss ttthat... and ttthat...I ssswear, man. The friggin' sssky isss FALLING."

The Blood King was absolutely losing it at this point, and Hydro was far too gone in his spiral of THC to notice that it was him that Daemien was laughing at. "Yup, the sky is falling, brother. That's exactly what's happening." His tone was so laced with sarcasm, it could be considered acidic.

"I know, ttthat'sss what I've been trying to tell you!" Daemien was laughing at Hydro, and the snake god was just wondering why the hell his brother wasn't as worried about it as he was. Maybe they'd smoked too much...

Okay, so maybe she was a little bit of a stalker. When he was exclaiming about the sky falling, she was inching over that way and looking up at the air. "I d-d-don't think the sk-sky is f-falling.. It d-d-doesn't l-look like it's even g-going to r-rain..." she whispered before tilting her head in Daemian's direction. I didn't know he had friends...he doesn't look like he'd have friends... and he's.... actually getting along with someone... There was that stare again. Belle realizing the beast wasn't all that awful.

Daemien's laughter ebbed into a low chuckle until it died off, and sure enough, Belle was getting that steely gaze on her like there was a switch between those lids that went from fun-loving brother to hateful douchebag. "Way to ruin my fun," he mumbled, precisely as he looked over to see Hydro looking at the mass of his heat signature like it had betrayed him.

"Liar." He calmed down visibly, returning to the calm docile sea snake that he was. He reached into the front breast pocket of his button-up shirt, plucking out a rolled cigarette that held Nahuat instead of tobacco. Those bright, glazed over eyes turned to Martyr's heat signature, mostly looking at the defining features, noting the tone of voice and figuring out the gender of the being approaching. "Who'sss ssshe?" Like her presence would go unnoticed. Both of the men had exceptional hearing, senses of smell and Daemien had already noticed her with the Hydra.

The immortal had a heat signature? That was... Well, not surprising. Her blood always ran hot in her viens, she never needed a jacket or a blanket, because she always stayed warm. Arms hugged at the elbows, and her eyes darted back between Daemien and his company. Instead of attempting to stay back, she moved forwards, "Um.. H-hello," to the confused snake. "M-my n-name is M-martyr, b-but he c-calls m-me H-hero.. I w-was j-just saying h-hi to m-my f-friend over in the w-water," she closed her eyes warmly and dipped her head.

Daemien only grunted in response to Martyr's introduction, leaning back against the rock that he was sitting in front of. He was to stoned to really care if she was there or not, and it was possibly the only thing from telling her to go fuck off. Really, why do I keep running into this bitch so much?

He didn't catch the look on Martyr's face, but he did catch her question. "The hooker type," he corrected, leaning back against the rock behind him as the girl took more of a lean on him. His arms snaked more around her, clinging to the warmth of her. He was relatively lazy on his own, considering the fact he was always high, and being as calm and docile as he was, it made him seem rather lethargic. Yet, somehow, his brother Ramsey was even worse than he was.

Poor Martyr! Daemien was so damn mean, this was all his fault! Those wide eyes stared at him and she blinked, looking down at her hands. She stared at them for a long moment, as if she was discovering them for the first time. Then she blinked, "L-like..." she closed her fist and held it up, popping up the index finger and curling it. "L-like a p-pirate?" Yeah... she totally thought they were talking about pirates and hooks for hands. Oops.

Oh that poor, innocent fool. Daemien shook his head, jewelry jingling around his neck and his loose dreadlocks shifting over his shoulders. He finally managed to speak through that rasping laughter, one hand pressed to his stomach like it was going to fly off if he didn't hold it in place. "Jesus Christ, Hero. A hooker is a sex worker..." he coughed a couple times, one hell of a case of cottonmouth going on, as well as that laughter that was slowly dying off. "Ughh." He leaned back against the rock behind him, setting those mischievous hazels on the reaper with that devious smile. "You know, someone that sells their body?"

He was glad that his brother had finally piped up to explain, because he was trying to find the most polite way to tell it to the sweet girl that was currently playing space heater for him. He looked somewhat shy on the matter, not out of being a prude but... trying to explain a sex worker's career without sounding like a deviant was difficult. At least to him. To add on to Daemien's explanation, releasing his grasp on Martyr to lift one single index finger. "Which, for the record, isss ssstill a ressspectable career. Jussst... didn't take you for ttthe type to do sssuch ttthings." That poor snake boy was blushing!

That word, a single word that left her blood boiling. It was like her whole body blushed, because Hydro would find her to be warming up. "W-wh..." Daemien had broken her whole world at this point. "S-s-some... W-w-wh... I... You... He... P-pimp..." Poor thing to began to tremble as her heart thudded her blood more harshly through her veins. "...S-sec.... S-s-somebody wh-who... p-p-plays ch-checkers f-f-for m-money...? Oh m-my g-g-goodness.. Oh m-my g-g-goodness!" she yelped.

His brows slowly rose while she seemed to be losing her mind that people sold their bodies for money. He looked confused for a moment, until that malicious, horrible smile broke free from that confusion. He could hear her blood pumping, that heart just fluttering away in her chest. He barked out a harsh laugh, shaking his head. "Will you calm the fuck down? It's not that damn bad." He all but rolled his eyes at her reaction to what a hooker was. "You've never heard of a hooker before?" At least he tried to through that stuttering babble of hers.

"Sssssh!" He swatted the air in the direction of his brother. "You're making her upssset. Ssstop it!" He gave his brother a furrow of brows. He could hear the blood pumping in the reaper, her heart rate rising. And her entire heat signature was nearly flaring to life in his arms. Though he didn't complain about the heat emitting from Martyr, he didn't care for the fact that it seemed that his brother had damn near broken the girl with this information. "It'sss okay, Marty-... Martyr." He placed the hand of the arm coiled around her on her shoulder, shaking her lightly. If she didn't calm now, he was going to instinctively constrict on her. He really didn't want to do that to get her to calm down. "Yesss, sssome people sssell sssex for money, but it'sss jussst like any other job. It'sss not my preferenccce, but it'sss no different than ssstrippersss or a bank job." Yeah, like bank brokers...

Yeah, Daemien was making it worse. Acting like it was casual for someone to do that? The entire idea made her sad. It wasn't as if she was against casual sex. She'd had it before...once. But, that was an entirely different story. She hadn't been paid. It wasn't a job for her. It was fun, and exciting. Did these girls like doing what they did? Or was it like a bank job? Her mind went all over the place, mainly to all the people she knew that hated their jobs... Did hookers hate their jobs? That would ruin sex for them... Wait, were people talking? The poor immortal was high, so she drowned in her own thoughts, her brain fried in more ways than one. "W-w-what?..." that bottom lip quivered, and she sank her head against his chest. Oh no... Don't get upset...don't get upset... The wind outside began beating into them, causing the fire to lean and flicker as it swirled around them.

There was something off about the way the wind had suddenly picked up... just as Martyr seemed to get upset? Whether it was intuition, instinct or maybe just stoner paranoia... he didn't trust it for a second. And frankly, Martyr's spazzing about hookers was starting to kill his buzz. With a heavy sigh through his nostrils, he lifted himself from his seated position, walking over to her. "Hydro, hold her." He stalked closer to the reaper, nearly laughing to himself that he actually had to go this length just to calm down a girl about the idea of sex workers.

He felt her head meet his chest, arms instinctively coiling around her. Whether it was protecting her, or him being a snake and clinging for warmth or to something clinging to him, the reason wasn't all that known in the moment. His hues drifted over to the signature that was his brother, watching him get up then furrowed his brows at his suggestion. "Hold her? I am..." he was practically as coiled around her with his arms as he was going to get in his humanoid form. He did hold her, constricting a bit but not to hurt her as he inquired of the Blood King, "you're not going to hurt her or sssomettthing are you?" He loved his brother, but even he knew how malicious a deviant the vampire could be. Were it not for Ramsey and nahuat... they probably wouldn't associate directly. He loved each and every one of his siblings, even if they hated him. But some he just chose not to spend time around. Vibes, man. Vibes!

Calm down... calm down... Don't think about people getting paid to play checkers...oh man, it's been so long since I've played checkers... Wait a minute, can they hear my thoughts?

No, but I can... What the hell are you doing, Martyr?

I... Oh poo... Sorry! Nothing... Calm down, stay calm...stay...calm...

Are you about to get laid? Wait, what's this about getting paid? Martyr...what the hell are you doing?

Phoenix! No! It's not like that!

Yeah, Phoenix wasn't helping matters, and neither was the idea of Hydro holding her for Daemien. Giving him blood was one thing, but being held down by another to do it? Was he going to kill her again? She hadn't done anything wrong. The wind seemed to be swirling around them now as dark veins appeared on her face, lining with awful markings around her eyes. "St-stay b-b-back..." Martyr warned fearfully after Hydro mentioned something about hurting her. Eyes trailed up to him as blackness bled from her pupils and filled the entirety of her eyes, whites and all.

He didn't answer Hydro's ridiculous question. Though in the snake's defense, he knew nothing of the deal that him and Martyr had. "No," he said simply to Martyr telling him to stay back. Instead of doing that, he made his way right up to the two sitting there. Which didn't take more than a few steps. Her blackened gaze didn't seem to phase Daemien, he'd never been one to be fearful of anything. What was the worst that she could do? Kill him? He'd just go back to Purgatory. It was dying in his homeland that he had to worry about. That was the ultimate death for those from that realm. But on Earth or a realm he didn't belong to? Death had never been something to fear. But then again, he knew nothing of what the girl sitting there in Hydro's arms was. Had he known, he possibly would've heeded that warning a bit more. Instead, he merely knelt in front of Martyr, which probably didn't help considering the last time he'd done so, he was elbow deep in her chest cavity. Even worse when he reached out in aim to cup her face, his gaze sliding to her blackened eyes as there was a shift in those hazel hues. Subtle was streaks of red seemed to lash out around his pupils. "You need to calm down," his voice changed from it's usual malicious cruelty, holding tones closer to seductive, and well... the kind of voice you use to hypnotize someone. "We're here to have a good time, you don't want to kill our buzz now, do you? There's nothing wrong with... hookers." The last part almost had him losing his shit all over again, but he kept his composure. This is fucking pathetic.

Hazels rolled in his skull as Martyr didn't catch his sarcasm. Surprise, surprise... Those hues darted over to Hydro, narrowing as he leaned forward to hand the cigarette to his scaly brother. "Yeah, I'm not falling for that again, Hydro." He muttered something under his breath, possibly calling his brother a dick.. He'd fallen for it once and been downright slaughtered in speed when it came to that kind of race. "You friggin' water slut." He teased, snickering as he --none too gently-- flopped back like a lazy cat in the sand, his dreadlocks like the tendrils of an octopus with much more legs across the loose sand. He glanced in the direction of the two, "I have no idea. But I need to go check on... something soon." His gaze shifted over his brother before turning back to the sky. Last thing he wanted was Hydro saying he wanted to meet the new fledgling... try to hug her and get mauled by the feral. The man was docile, but he was still a snake by instinct and practically blind. If she bit him and tried to maul him, he'd have no choice but to attack back. One in four chances... not worth the risk.

Staring up peacefully at the sky, Martyr's eyes fell shut for a moment. How long had it been since she swam? Katan had taught her what seemed like forever ago now. When was the last time she really went out and had some fun? The last thing she needed was to get mauled by a shark, and knowing her player? It would probably happen. Martyr was good with dolphins, she was still working on the whole shark thing. Eyes stared over to him for a moment, "D-d-diana? H-how is she d-d-doing?" Sorry, Daemien. Mar was super bad at this game.

Chances are, if a shark came after her... it would be some weird form of the food chain. Because he'd eat it... but probably bring more sharks by the blood and then they'd be swarmed. He let out an audible groan when Martyr spilled the beans, turning his gaze on her with one hell of a glare. Thanks, bitch. "She's fine, at least I'd assume. Like I said, I have to check on her." Call him a bit paranoid after the last time he'd left Evalynn alone with her. He doubted she'd make the same mistake twice, but that didn't mean it wasn't a worry in the back of his mind now.

Hydro didn't catch the fact the Daemien had to check on something. He didn't bother asking... until Martyr piped up about someone named Diana. His attention was all on the two, darting glances between the two heat signatures as a curling smile spread over his face. "Ssso... who'sss Diana?" His brows rose expectantly, looking like a dog who had multiple owners calling his name at once. What's tha?... who's Diana?... tell me... tell-me-tell-me-tell-me... NEW PERSON TO HUG!!

When he glared at her, she furrowed her brow lightly. What the hell, man?! She thought they were getting along. She would've asked about it, but then Hydro was poking around. "She's a v-vampire g-girl that lives w-w-with him, b-but she's a n-new v-vampire," Martyr said with a nod. "She's s-sweet," mused Martyr. It was easy to think someone was sweet when you were able to familiarize with them using zero effort. And chances are, if he ate the shark, she'd tease him about saving her life. But if they got swarmed, the hydra would probably come to the rescue if only for the snack.

One does not simply... get along with Daemien. Cue that meme! Unless you were blood related to him, or manage to get on his good side... or touch his giggy... but that was a whole different thing altogether. "She's not sweet, she's feral right now." That glare kept on going as he mentally tried to tell her to shut up. Shut your face, shut up Hero, shut up shut up shut up shu-....

That gaze kept darting between his brother and the reaper, eyes wide and curious and expectant. Martyr said she's sweet... but Daemien said she's feral. He knew what feral meant. But he'd only known Mira's ferals, and they weren't all that bad... one just tried to molest him a little bit. Surely Daemien's couldn't be all that bad, right? "I want to meet herrrrr." He whined, his expression suddenly fierce with determination. "Ssshe just needsss a Hydro-hug." A confirmed nod, lips pressed together as he looked between the two.

Eyes trailed back to him, and it was like he was trying to tell her something...! She squinted and then smiled, biting into her lip. She winced and tasted copper... She'd need to hunt soon, those teeth were getting out of hand. Lashing her tongue out, she shook her head. Forgetting all about the look, "N-no.. She's n-not that b-bad.. She's a l-little w-wild, b-but she's g-getting there.." she smiled, and then turned her eyes to the snake. "Is anyone else h-hungry?" Poor thing and her munchies. Unfortunately, these were the superhuman kind.

He let out a low growl, rumbling deep in his chest as his gaze narrowed toward the sky. It was when she brought up eating, he promptly used the distraction. "I could eat," he voiced. But when couldn't he eat? The was a straight up glutton. Add the fact that he had the munchies, too and he wanted his buzz to die down before he fed Diana. He didn't dare know how a feral reacted to Nahuat.

His hand waved to Martyr as if to say see?! it'ssss fineeee. But then the reaper went and mentioned hunger to two stoned creatures. An almost dreamy look crossed the snake's features. "Foooooood." He mused, unable to purr but an emphasis ensued through the form of hissing like a snake.

"Then l-let's g-go get something t-to eat," Martyr said, back to her cheerful, if not a little nervous self. She gathered her legs and slowly sat up, eyes wide and looking up at the sky. "I c-c-could g-g-go for a BLT..." Martyr said, licking her lips as she stood finally to her feet. "It's....this....n-no, that w-way.." she pointed, and then offered her hand out to the snake to help him up.

Hands pressed to the ground behind his head, flipping his body forward as he landed in a crouch and straightened his legs to stand. Snickering, "I'll skip the veg and just get a steak that's still mooing." He strode forward, glancing around. He didn't really know any place around here to eat. He hadn't gotten stoned for some time, having not seen Hydro in a couple years. And the last time he visited Ramsey had been months ago, the same city of which he'd snatched up Eva. "Don't know where to go though." He admitted, offering a light shrug as those hazels continued to scan the area.

The only reason he noticed the hand extended was through the shift in air close by him, his gaze snapping to the extended signature of her hand as he grasped it. Though the hand was extended to help him up, he made the effort himself to pull his lanky frame upward, standing at his full height. He was tall, far taller than Daemien even as he stood at an even 6'5. Though built like a snake, he was slender, yet defined muscle shifted beneath his skin with every inch of movement. "I... could eat a dozzzen eggsss." A single nod as he looked between the two, a lazy and stoned smile spreading.

There was a frown for Daemien. "P-please d-d-don't eat a c-c-cow..." she whispered, looking as if she might start crying once more. The wind hadn't picked up, so that was a good sign. Then, with Hydro on his feet, she seemed to light up some. "W-well then, l-let's g-g-go get you those eggs," she said with a chipper smile. That hand was given a squeeze and then she freed it, turning to Daemien. Seriously, don't eat a cow...

The Blood King full stared at Martyr. "You can't have it completely your way. Cow or people, take your pick. I'm not going to be a fucking vegetarian vampire." He almost wanted to smack her for that. Bitch, do I look like I fucking sparkle?! He narrowed his gaze momentarily before continuing forward, heading toward the stairs of the docks, leading up to the shops and warehouses.

He returned the squeeze to her hand, sliding his hands into the pockets of his shorts as he strode forward. He seemed confused for a moment, oblivious to the deal they'd made as he glanced between the two yet again. "I... again... have no clue what'sss going on." A light giggle spilled from his lips as he started forward, beaming again at the mention of eggs. "With bacon." He looked almost giddy, but what do you expect of someone who's stoned all the time and only ate on occasion. He was due for another chow-down.

I mean...we could put some glitter in those dreads, see what happens.. Martyr looked over at him like he'd just asked her to choose between her own children. She swallowed hard and her bottom lip quivered. The immortal didn't want to explain their deal to the snake, mostly because the last time she explained that, she got treated like she needed to be put in the nuthouse. She wouldn't go back there. Not again... Eyes trailed up to him, and she tilted her hand back to expose her wrist. She gave it a subtle little tap. "B-bacon you shall have... t-that sounds g-g-good, I'll have that, t-t-too."

He would be a very pissed vampire if she put glitter in his hair. He'd have to chop off those dreads! That's how much he would hate to sparkle! Seriously, if you want to royally piss off the alphas... Just mention Twilight. They're surely snap and try to kill you. He narrowed his eyes at her, seeing her tapping on her wrist as he clenched his teeth. "... Fine," he mumbled, a glance to his brother that would easily go unseen by the snake. He might not be able to eat Bessy, but he'd trade it for Martyr's blood. But dammit, at least then he could have it his way! He kept on to the stairs, climbing up them to the boardwalk of the Docks, giving a glance around.

Oblivious to... just about everything going on, he was looking up pointlessly to the sky and their surroundings. Tongue flickering and all. There was a reason why he went from sibling to sibling. The poor snake didn't do so good on his own, not for too long at least. "I could eat a wheel barrel of bacon... I hope they have enough." He patted his stomach, moving after the bubbly reaper and the Blood King.

Eyes trailed between the two, weirdness between her and Daemien as there usually was, and only weird affection for Hydro. "W-we'll m-make sure y-you g-g-get your f-fill..." she said with a smile, whether or not she was talking to one or another was a mystery, because she was staring straight ahead as she marched on. There was a lazy, pleasantly high look on her face as she thought of what she wanted to eat. Her body was craving, and needed souls.

"After I f-feed," she promised with a nod of her head. "Unless y-you wanted t-to j-just p-play ch-checkers," she offered. "I w-wouldn't b-be--" That speech was cut off with his teeth sinking into her flesh, an audible moan left her lips as her fingers tightened against his waist. It wasn't an affectionate embrace, it was more for her to have something to hold onto. She sank her fingernails into him and trembled, wiggled, and writhed, trying to keep quiet in case Snake had sensitive ears. Ragged breaths were taken in through her nostrils. Pinned against that wall, which, she wasn't complaining because she was already weak at the knees. It was a lot easier for her to enjoy this when he wasn't tearing into her like a savage beast.

His brows furrowed at the mention of checkers, his teeth already sunk into her soft flesh by that point. What the fuck do board games have to do with any of this? Safe to say, he didn't remember the previous mention of checkers during their little chat about hookers, probably due to the fact he'd been stoned out of his mind. But those thoughts were washed away as her delicacy of blood made contact with his taste buds, leaving him growling and wanting more like the last time. Now, he showed restraint as he fed from her like she was a donor and not a slab of meat at a barbarian's table. It didn't stop his grip from curling more around the side of her neck, pinning her to his mouth as the other arm latched around her waist. It was a primary stance for feeding, angling her slightly to easily get to her neck and not waste a bit of that regenerative blood. Hitting the main vein like it was a live tap, his mouth filled with blood until he swallowed it down, continuing that process as he consumed more... then more..

The more he took, the weaker she got. The hungrier she got.. There was an urge there, to turn tables on him and devour him like he were the slab of meat. Her fingers gripping his waist, slowly began to loosen, and soon her arms fell to her sides. Funny how quickly the idea of having sex with him came and went. It happened when someone used your neck as their own personal drinking fountain. He'd get more than his fill before she began pushing at his chest with a weakened hand. Enough...

He was the first, technically and completely, if only by a couple minutes than the second of his kind came tumbling out of the mush cavern after him. Restraint and control was something he knew well, it was just whether he felt like showing it. His grip tightened on her a moment, getting another mouthful as the will power it took to pull away from that damned delicacy that was her blood was commendable. He let out a reluctant growl, and possibly after a half a dozen pushes to his chest, his mouth pulled away from her neck. Though he wasn't quite done yet, giving a final lap of his tongue to the wounds to not waste a drop before he was releasing her, taking a step back as his arms fell away.

The wound seemed to sew itself shut within seconds as she leaned against the wall, drawing breath with her throat still exposed. She found herself sinking to her knees after a moment, and squeezed her eyes shut. She felt an almost uncontrollable hunger. One that he'd certainly feel, too, within a matter of moments. Which would probably lead to her death. She looked up at him, teeth growing sharper as they displayed in a cringe. "D-d-do it! N-now!" she practically demanded.

Honestly, she didn't have to tell him twice to break the bond between the two of them. His teeth gritted against the hunger that was rising, even though he just fed from her. That step or two he'd taken away from her after the feeding, was closed between the two. He wasted no time, one thing you could always rely on the Blood King to do, was to kill... His hands came up to cup beneath her jaw, fingers curling around toward the back of her skull. Unless she ended up stopping him, with a quick jerk to the right, he'd be snapping her neck. Quick, clean and a direct sever to the spinal cord in the neck.

Stopping him would be foolish, because as much restraint as he could show, she was hungry. Starving. Phoenix hunted whenever she was hungry, Speck constantly had to hunt to keep her sight. Martyr starved herself, because she didn't like killing. Phoenix usually did the hunting for her. Pulling souls into her own body and letting Martyr feast upon them. Unfortunately, sometimes it didn't work out. Sometimes they got busy, or Phoenix got annoyed with her. In this case, it was a little of both. So, no, she didn't resist or try and stop him. It was the only thing that would keep them from trying to eat eachother. A little whimper escaped her lips right before the snap, and her body limpened. It wouldn't be long, if he stuck around, that he'd hear the sickening snap of her spinal cord correcting itself. Then she'd be pushing herself off and staggering.

He'd left her in the alley, torn to pieces the last time he'd fed from her. But he didn't leave this time, possibly because he wanted to know why the fuck she was so damn hungry. And if he went back to his brother without her, the snake would probably freak out. Instead, he watched with intrigued amusement as he watched the bones in her neck correct themselves. "Would you look at that," he murmured, before watching her pushing herself up and stagger off. "Where the hell are you going, Hero?" He growled, this time chasing after her. It was no more than walking as he stalked after her. "You going to explain why I felt your hunger?" He knew about the bond, of course, but she just ate.. how was she so starving. "What the hell are you?" He barked, following right after her. He'd gone long enough in silence, he wanted answers. What the fuck kind of entity's blood am I addicted to?

Staggering fourth, she remained behind the buildings, trying to keep away from...well, people. He walked after her, and she shambled away. "Y-you...y-you have t-to s-stay away..." she whimpered. Go away, I'm going to end up hurting you... The hunger rolled through her in waves, and she squeezed her eyes shut as she broke into a sprint. She got maybe 10 feet away from him before collapsing to the ground. She was just about to scream at him to stay back, as if he would actually come lend a hand. There was the slightest groan of disapproval before she squeezed her eyes shut. A man kneeled by her. Dirty blonde, almost brown hair. He was clean, and strong, and there was a darkness behind those eyes, a darkness in his soul that practically oozed off of him.

"Hey, are you alright?" he asked softly, her eyes were shut so he couldn't hide the wicked grin on his face. Her tongue lashed out at her lips. What a pretty little thing... said the tall built man, as he lifted her up beneath her under arms. I want to hear her scream.. "I'm gonna take you somewhere safe, okay?"

He followed after her, brows furrowing. "Ten seconds ago I had my teeth sunk into your neck now you're telling me to stay away?" He scoffed, shaking his head. It's a bit too late for that, Hero. His motions had slowed though, he wanted answers but he also wasn't stupid. He wanted to know why she was running from him, he knew better than to accuse her of fearing him suddenly, for no damned reason. He'd been far more gentle with her this time than last. Even the kill had been quick and clean. But he'd felt that hunger. More or less, he kept following her, a bit more of a distance. Reckless curiosity drove him to keep on, to keep his eyes on her to see what she was doing. Was he stalking her? Maybe a little...

And that's when he saw her collapse, saw the man approach. Instinct had him snarling at the man, but he was too far away to really hear what was going on. That's my juice box, ya prick. He was bit possessive when it came to his hosts, and as of their deal, that's exactly what she'd become. A warm, squishy juice box with blood that helps him regenerate faster. The only words he heard was take you and that was all he needed. A growl tore from him as he approached, but he didn't lunge just yet. He wasn't going to be later accused of saving her.

Accused of saving her? Were heroes really that bad? Man, he was going to hate her, because she couldn?t not save people. In this state, however, she was no hero. Or maybe she was. She could practically feel the pain of all the souls he?d destroyed. ?Come on, now?? he said, a thumb tracing her cheek as one arm easily supported her back. ?I?m going to take you home with me, you just stay real quiet?? he probably assumed she was drunk by the shambling and staggering. The black veins began to appear beneath her eyes, and Martyr screamed as those black holes snapped open. The scream?shriek, really?erupted and echoed through the night air as she grabbed him tightly around his shoulders, legs jumping up and wrapping around his waist like a demented spider monkey.


The man struggled violently, his tensed hand clenched and transformed to something like the hand of a dragon. Sinking those claws into her back, he snarled and ripped a few gashes into her flesh. It wasn?t long before she was ripping his soul straight from his body. A scream was his last word, his own veins blackened, his eyes were hollow holes of blackness as his body began dropping to the ground. Martyr hopped off as he thudded, she wavered on her feet as the wind picked up around her. Her hands clenched in the same way that he did when he clawed her, Martyr?s body seized with an overwhelming power that seemed to prickle the very air around her. It was a strange sensation, so much power in that drained, weakened body. Another almost demonic shriek that could put a banshee to shame erupted from her as her back arched lightly. The three gaping holes on her back which weren?t enough to make her so much as flinch in this state, crawled back shut almost effortlessly. Then she collapsed to her knees.

For someone as himself, being considered a hero was a very bad thing. With heroism came expectations, heightened disappointment when you did something awful. He preferred to be called the villain, he liked that people expected him to fuck up. There was less of that awful disappointment when he did fuck up. Because they'd expected it from the beginning. At least when people expect you to fuck up and you do? You get to tell them I told you so. You still got to keep your dignity that way, like they'd been the idiot for expecting more from you.

His teeth gritted as he made his slow, stalking approach, ready at any moment to lurch forward and tear the throat out of the... dragon... shit. He knew that smell like the back of his hand, his brother and sister, Tiamat and Bahamut. It was a scent he'd familiarized more than a hundred times through them and their mass of children. A scent he'd never forget as it has assaulted his nose when he'd consumed the great dragon called Bahamut. This one... this one wasn't one he was familiar with. Which meant, he wasn't from Purgatory. Good, no angry mother dragon coming on my ass for killing one of her hatchlings..

Those thoughts were moot as he was halted in place at the sight of her leaping on the man, his crystal clear vision easily caught the tendrils of black that oozed down her features beneath her skin. What... the... fuck are you, Hero? His jaw set, standing in place as he watched her consume the man. He watched her eat the man's soul, knowing full well she wasn't a Djinn. He would've caught that. Easily. She didn't have the indicating tattoos, the stench of those damned creatures on her. He approached when she dropped to her knees, his pace much slower and cautious than before. She was a soul-eater of some sort, and he wasn't aiming to be eaten by whatever the hell she was. "...Hero?" His tone was cautious, alert and ready to either bolt or attack if she came at him first.

For a moment, she was a little more beast than girl, just like Diana. The calling voice had her head snapping in that direction, and she was bearing those newly dull teeth. She was sated, but that didn't mean she didn't want more. She was kind of a glutton in this form, much like him. She crawled towards his approach, looking a little more than possessed after a moment. She rocked back on her heels and held her head. Little bits of humanity were bleeding through as she moved toward him. Ragged breaths were taken into her lungs and she shook her head.

He saw her head snap toward him, his steps slowing... slowing... stopped. He didn't like all that much the way she was crawling towards him. He didn't act fearful, instead he narrowed his gaze at her. And he couldn't deny the fact that if she kept crawling toward him like that... he might've punted her in the face like she was a football. But she stopped, holding her head and he was quiet, almost hauntingly silent as he let her try to collect herself. It took him a moment to speak, not wanting to trigger her more. In that moment, she did remind him of Diana... but the little vampire would've been much easier to calm than her he expected. He didn't want to get close enough to attempt on his mesmerizing trick that might not work and just get him eaten. "Martyr." He was stand still, rigid to either run or attack at any moment. And he skipped the favored nickname, using her own instead.

The immortal responded with a growl and then a whine as she struggled to cage the reaper. She climbed to shaking knees and then further, standing at her full height. "Ngh..." a pathetic little grunt left her and she shook her head again. Slowly, too slowly the blackness began slowly crawling back into her head.

It wasn't until the blackness ebbed away and was mostly gone that he spoke up again. He was standing there, a blank expression on his face as he looked between her then the dead body close by. "You going to tell me what that was about?" He wasn't giving her any judgment for the kill whatsoever, other than perhaps approval. She'd take down a dragon and eaten his soul, he was impressed. Even if he didn't fully show it in his expression. But he figured it was about time that she tell him what the hell was going on. What she was... what the hell she just did... why had felt so hungry. He wouldn't understand her starving herself, perhaps because he was a bloodthirsty glutton that devoured whatever he wanted when so much as a little bit of hunger arose.

Perhaps she might've been crying if she wasn't so dizzy and out of it. Perhaps not, if she knew what he'd done. "I w-was...h-hungry..." she whispered, trembling knees rattled and rocked. When was the last time she slept? The reaper hardly ever needed to, but when she did, it was usually a nice, hard sleep. Her skin was pale, her body was exhausted, and she was full. Stuffed, even.

"No shit, Sherlock..." he sneered, as if he hadn't felt that through their temporary bond? C'mon, Mar. You're going to have to do better than that explanation. She seemed to be herself again, and he took the opportunity to approach. His steps much more sure than cautious as they'd been before. His head tilted as he looked at her, raising a brow. "You don't look so hot, Hero."

Eyes squeezed shut as if she could pinch the dizziness from her head, and she gave it a quick shake. "I'm a r-reaper..." she whispered, brushing her hair from her face. "I t-try n-not t-to hunt, b-but I g-get really h-hungry..." she admitted and rubbed at her eyes. Her voice slurred like her tongue was sticky, she parted her try lips and shook her head. "I d-don't f-feel so h-hot.." she agreed, waveriing on those two feet.

His brows skyrocketed, eyes snapping wide open. "I'm sorry," he said, there was no sincere apology there, "did you just say reaper?" She couldn't be one of Thanatos' he might've caught that. She wasn't like any reaper he'd ever met before... Possibly because she had emotions and wasn't a monotone sociopath. He let out a coarse laughter then, shaking his head. "A reaper that's ashamed to hunt, that's fucking priceless.." he rolled his eyes, shaking his head at it. "Yeah, I can tell," to her not feeling so hot. He tilted his head as he looked at her. "You gonna make it?" Possibly because she looked like she was going to pass out where she stood.

Martyr wasn't like other reapers. She was strange by any other standards. She gave a nod of confirmation when he asked about her being a reaper, and then another when he poked fun about her hunting shame. "Y-yeah," she whispered. "I think I j-just n-need to l-lie d-down f-for a m-moment," Martyr said with a nod. She slowly lowered herself toward the ground. If he didn't stop her, she'd just curl up right there and shut her eyes.

He raised a brow at her mentioning that she needed to lie down. "Where the hell are you just going to..." Oh, right there apparently. He gave her a questionable look, one brow raised above the other as she lowered herself to the ground and curled up. "... Fuck's sake..." He growled, walking over to her and he didn't seem all that pleased with the idea of what he was going to do next. But he wouldn't let her see him help her. "Fine, nap there then." But surely enough, if she fell asleep --and only when she fell asleep-- he'd pick her up like she was a rag doll and start walking toward home. He'd only pause enough to let Hydro know that he was taking her back to his place and have the snake go seek out his sister.