Topic: A Shopping Trip

Jamie Kilner · Date: 2008-04-20 02:09 EST

The ever so bored demoness sat hunched over her drafting desk, tall frame snugged in a long, midnight blue dress that had a surprisingly high neck and long sleeves. Despite the unusually conservative look for her, she was comfortable, and she wasn't going to seduce very many souls while drawing architectural plans anyway. Shifting her ruler, she stroked her ink pen along its edge against the paper, leaving a mark that quickly grew lighter until there was no more ink to continue it.

Jamie's black-painted lips formed into a disdainful frown, head shaking as she tsked under her breath, realizing she'd have to go over that line again. She reached over to an ink bottle to dip the pen again to refill it when she noticed the bottle was also empty. Her frown grew further as she flicked the bottle from her desk and into the nearby trash.

She drew open her desk drawer that held all her inks and in unfortunate circumstance, found only one bottle left. She shook her head again in disappointment. This would never do... she couldn't draw much after this project on only one bottle. Maybe six more and that would be it. A few more than that if she was lucky.

Truth of the matter, she was beginning to run out of a lot of little things around the mansion. Various scented candles and incenses to sweeten up the smell in each room, soaps and oils for her personal baths, several items from her makeup, and now the inks to her little work station here. The small things that seem like they'd last forever, but eventually run out nevertheless. Such a thing can be maddening from time to time.

Well... it was time to solve all these issues here and now. She'd notice a few of her lowlier servants lazing about the mansion, not performing enough duties to keep themselves busy and out of her sight. Time to send one of them out to shop for her dwindling supplies of little things. Grabbing a small sheet of note paper from another desk drawer and opening the last bottle of ink, she began scribbling down the list of things she needed.

Black ink (buy plenty)
Various colored inks
Scented candles
Incense
Bath oil
Bath soap
Mascara
Eyeliner
Lipstick
Blush

She stopped for a moment after writing, trying to think of anything else she might need. Then it came to her. Of course she'd need that as well. So she wrote it down at the bottom.

Drafting paper

Putting the pen to the side, she reviewed the list until she felt satisfied. Jamie then pointed over towards the center of the room and thought of one of her lowly quasits. In a puff of acrid smoke, a truly surprised ugly and winged creature that stood at only one-and-a-half feet tall appeared on top of the throw rug that decorated the floor. Upon seeing his summoner, the quasit's face twisted in horrified terror!

"Mizzletark, how nice to see you," Jamie commented coolly, her lips turning upward into a smile.

"M-m-m-m-madame," the quasit replied, prostrating himself before his mistress. He was uncertain of why she brought him here, but he hoped it had nothing to do with anything he had done wrong. He was one of her lowliest servants, relegated to only house duties rather that the more esteemed jobs of higher demons like spying and assassination. "May I ask the-the-the-the p-p-p-p-p-pleasure?"

"Certainly, Mizzletark," she replied soothingly now, aware of his present fear. She stood from her chair and crossed over to him, handing him the list. "Review this list. I need you to go to the markets and buy them for me. Oh, and take this with you." A bulging, maroon pouch of coins appeared in her hand, summoned from her mansion's coffers. "You'll need this to give payment for those items."

"Yes, Madame," Mizzletark answered more confidently now, taking the money and relieved that he wasn't going to feel horrible, excruciating pain. "I shall do as you wish."

"Good."

And with that word, the quasit found himself standing in the front yard with the coins and shopping list. Shivering a bit in nervousness, the small demon took to the air after stretching his membranous wings and flew toward the Market Place. He'd be sure to get everything on the list, he didn't want to find out what would happen to him if he didn't.

Jamie Kilner · Date: 2009-03-19 22:51 EST

A number of hours passed, and Jamie sat uncomfortably on her otherwise lushly plump throne. The chair was decorated with lewd acts like much of the other bits of furniture within her grand-sized manor. The reason she was uncomfortable was not because anything was unusually wrong with the throne, but because she was growing gravely impatient.

"That little imp should have been back by now," she muttered angrily to herself, arms crossed over her large breasts. She peered over at the tall grandfather clock that had marked the passage of morning. Mizzletark was indeed well overdue to return with the items she had sent him out to purchase.

Standing fitfully from her throne and after pacing toward the center of her audience chamber, she clapped her hands together once and began to concentrate on the quasit. The fool would soon feel the full brunt of her wrath as she unleashed her angered annoyance upon the quasit. Concentration when summoning never took too long when the True Name was fresh on the mind....

She blinked, suddenly full of confusion. Her attempt to summon the tiny little beast had been blocked. This was a power Mizzletark could not have possessed on his own, which hinted that a third party must have interrupted the process. A deep, dark curse shouted in the demonic tongue shook the chamber as she expressed her displeasure.

Someone dared steal her property. That could only explain why Mizzletark had not returned and she failed to summon him back. The quasit was hers, and hers alone! No one else had a right to the little demon. The demoness shuddered with growing rage.

"I will make this thief pay with its life dearly," she grumbled low.

A dark purple mist began to swirl around her tall, voluptuous shape, wings spread and readied to propel her on her hunt of vengeance. Whoever dared steal her servant from her would have a true reckoning to face once she found him or her. It shouldn't... take too long.... Suddenly, she vanished from her chamber, teleporting herself across the city.

(( Okay, so this SL has been sitting around for some time, waiting for a particular individual to post in reply to it. Unfortunately, that person never got to it, and it now looks like she never will. So I'm opening it to whoever wants to be the quasit's captor.))

Nero · Date: 2009-03-31 23:58 EST

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He was standing over the tiny demons form. He had his eyes closed and his right hand pressing the muzzle of his custom firearm into it's head. He lifted his left hand. "Silence fell beast...I am tired.." He softened his voice to a psychotic whisper. "Of your rambling. "

The little beast whimpered as to what Nero would do. Without warning. Nero fired. A loud squish came and a splatter of purple blood and grey matter splattering all over the wall.

He lifted his right hand and closed his eyes. He tilted his head some as he walked backwards. Savoring the silence. He spun and semi dance walked from the warehouse. He slid the giant wooden door closed with his foot and walked away.

He spun the pistol on his finger and holstered it. His red eyes gleamed in the sun, his black dress over-shirt fluttered behind him as he walked in the light wind. A warehouse worker rushed to see and screamed. She had never seem a dead demon before. Nero smirked. He provoked someone with this.... Off to either captrue one for a slave now....Or to find one to torture.

Vengeance would soon be his....Even if none of the Demons here did that cursed act against him, they would all pay.

Jamie Kilner · Date: 2009-04-04 00:03 EST

It was the scream from the warehouse that immediately attracted her attention. Leaping down from a higher roof and swooping down to the side of the building so that she could peer in, Jamie investigated the sound of startlement. What she saw caused her demonic blood to boil. Someone had completely obliteratred her property.

She waved a hand, casting a spell of sleep on the unfortunate laborwoman to spare her of any further horror (and herself of any exposure). She leapt up to the warehouse's roof, her wings carrying her easily. There, atop the building, she crouched, gaze searching the area for whomever may have accomplished such a deed as obliterating a demon. Even the smaller, weaker ones were difficult to kill, and thus she knew it would take someone some skill.

Eventually she spotted her quarry, a dark shape moving slowly away from the warehouse. She sensed an unnatural power and hatred breeding deep within the figure's heart and soul, one capable of committing such a challenging task as killing her quasit. A hiss exhaled through her dark painted lips.

She leapt forth again, taking to the wind and used it to carry herself towards the retreating figure. With a lightning rapid pace, she dropped down onto the ground several feet in front of her prey. Wings fully extended, and standing fully straight at her 7'3" height, she meant to intimidate her opponent.

"So... do you also go around killing the neighbors' cats and dogs?" Jamie Kilner growled at the man. "Destroying the property of another is a crime you know...."

Nero · Date: 2009-04-08 14:57 EST

His eyes slowly looked up to her as he laughed. "What is truely one property? Or atleast....How can something belong to a dead demon?"

Did he give her a fair warning? Actually he did, course about this time he was running forward, blade in one hand and pistol still in the other. This must have been the demoness his informant spoke of. SHouldnt be to hard.

Jamie Kilner · Date: 2009-04-09 16:47 EST

Jamie's lip curled up into an amused smirk as she listened to the threat and watched the man pull out his weapons. Surely he must be jesting. While it was true that this man had managed to kill her quasit, she was echelons of power above that minor being. It would have been like trying to compare a mouse with a whale.

A wave of her hand wove an intricate tapestrate of magical energies that developed a barrier of force between her and the man who would assault her. Her pet's killer wound run into that barely noticeable wall and rebound from it with a hard shock of blunt force. She threw back her head in laughter, finding the sight of his tumbling figure hilarious.

"You'll have a very difficult time at making me dead, little man," Jamie commented with a final snorting chuckle. "The chances are that your death is more likely than mine. The odds are stacked against you." She peered back toward the warehouse for a moment, then let her dark eyes rest on the man's gun. She began to sneer again. "Now it's time that you pay penance for the property that you destroyed."

The wall of force was gone in an instant, it needed to be if she intended to do anything to him, and a quick flash of her fingers thrust the weapons from her opponent's hands. The next thing she did was channel a long, dark collumn of fell energy toward his midsection and sending him fly backward into a stack of large wooden crates. She watched him with a cold look of examination afterwards.

She strode forwards, high heels clicking against the rough cement. "You'll be beaten. Every bone in your body will be shattered when I'm done with you. But death won't come. I'll make sure you're kept alive so you'll feel more pain." She towered over him now, ready to grab him. "It'll be an eternity...."

Nero · Date: 2009-04-09 17:38 EST

Thanks to that gift from his informant, he was up in a small jolt. His his eyes level with hers as a knee was moving for her. Glowing Crimson, could he have. Well yes he was bitten by a vampire. He spun and kicked his leg watching her catch it in his free hand.

"I'll kill you before my time is up."

He knew experience wise, he was outmatched. But he could feel a fell prescence inside him.

Jamie Kilner · Date: 2009-04-23 18:09 EST

Jamie Kilner looked quite amused. There was a definite show of mirth on her dark painted lips and blacker eyes. Those orbs, absent of any contrasting pupil seemed to stare straight through him. She shook her head, uttering a few small "tsk-tsks" then grasped his ankle with her other hand. The large, clawed hans grasped his foot tightly, hard enough to cause plenty of discomfort.

"You are going to be an interesting toy," Jamie said in that deep, breathy and truly alien voice of hers. "I will look forward to the eternities we spend together as I tear you apart and put you back together again over and over."

She swung him around with little effort required on her part and struck his head into another wooden crate. She smiled at the grunts he made before she swung him around into another crate, and was sure she heard a distinct pop in his knee.

"Had enough?" she asked, and without waiting for an answer, Jamie flapped her batlike wings and lifted herself into the air, still holding onto the man's ankle. She caught a gust of wind and soared over the warehouse district, occasionally dipping lower and lower each time they approached a roof.

Suddenly, there was a loud audible smack, and then another smack, followed by more. She was letting his head drop far enough to crack into the roofs of each building they passed. The poor man was going to have a very bad headache, because once he came close to death, she was not going to let him die, as promised.

Death is too good for this one... she thought.

Lost in her reverie of sadism, she began to pay less and less attention to what her victim was doing.

Nero · Date: 2009-04-23 18:47 EST

His eyes were hidden by his head being back. But why did he jump up and grab her arm. he was mub,limg something under his breath. He learned to kill a demon you must understand them. His arm slowly scaled over to the point his fingers were like claws.

He growled and dug his fingers into her arm as he forced his foot free. It was true that a while ago the Nero she fought had gone bye bye. But he did have a few perks. His other hand came up with something even she couldnt anticipate.

An Orb? Red? WHat the hell. He slammed its mass into her stomach. It was a spell he learned for it can transfer someones blacked pain into another. If it went as he planned, it would let her feel everything and ctun her long enough to reach the ground or a roof.

Jamie Kilner · Date: 2009-05-10 18:34 EST

The sudden stab of claws shocked Jamie momentarily. The red magical orb of pain was another shock to her system and she tossed her prey away into a nearby building while she roosted on a fang-mouthed grotesque across the way to recover. Suddenly she recognized an odd scent that had permeated her nostrils since she had crossed paths with this man.

She grinned wide, the pain... his pain, still present in her body.

"You sly devil," she commented with a strange tint of amusement. "You've ingested the blood of a vampire recently, haven't you? No matter what; however, a blood ghoul is still no match for a demon of my power and stature."

The pain finally faded from her bones and she stood, batlike wings outstretched. She pointed directly toward him and concentrated on a simple ability of ensnarement. A field of dark arcane energies would wrap tightly around Nero's body, holding him still. Then she leaped across to the other building to claim him before flying off towards her mansion.

Jamie peered down at him. "Your fate of eternal agony awaits you, vandal," she said in a mixture of excitement and contempt. "Get ready for the longest ordeal you've ever had to face...."

Nero · Date: 2009-05-21 20:57 EST

He slowly stood. Fangs prottruding from his lips. He rushed forward. He crouched and drew a hand back and thrusted one for her face. He saw her dodge, this was what he wanted. His fist moved and slammed into her cheek.

She was right, he didnt even scratch her. He jumped back and went limp. His eyes wide and dull. The blood worked its way out of his system. He was out of energy, he used it all.

He fell forward and landed flat, the symbol on his neck. Marked by a demon when his family was killed.

Jamie Kilner · Date: 2009-06-03 18:25 EST

Jamie's trip back home had been quick and rapid with her imprisoned prey. Once Nero came back to consciousness, awoken by an overpowering stench, he would find himself suspended by a strange nightmarish monstrosity. The walls and ceiling seemed to be formed of living flesh, with various areas translucent enough to show beating veins and arteries among a soup of shadowy organs. His arms and legs were up to his elbows and knees in the stuff and held firm.

That was not the most terrifying sight of it.

A severe inferno of pain was located within Nero's abdomen, and only by looking down would he find that his captor had torn it almost completely away, exposing the spinal column and ribs. The organs, what was left of them anyway, were hanging from thin fibers.

Beneath him stood Jamie with a demented smile, carefully holding a surviving bit of intestine that dangled from Nero. She held in the other a sharp, blackened blade which she had clearly used to cut him apart with. She looked up at him.

"Ah... you're awake," she said in hideous amusement. "Clearly you're thinking you should be dead after seeing this. Well, fact of the matter is... you're correct. It's my power and the power of this room that's keeping you alive." She chuckled before cutting a small piece of intestine off. "You see... death is too good of a punishment for anyone, I think. That's why I have resources such as this at my disposal." She gestured around at the living flesh room, then tickled one of his exposed ribs.

"Don't be concerned about this," she continued, "it'll all be regenerated by tomorrow morning." She grinned malevolently. "So I can do it to you all over again!"

She stepped back to study Nero momentarily. "Yet, you could save yourself from more horrid punishments than this in the future?and trust me, I can think of more painful things than tearing out your guts?if you tell me precisely why you committed your crimes against my property. I might even spare you a day or two of torture. Unlikely, but I might."

She stroked her chin, curious if he was even coherent enough in his mind to understand her, let alone explain why he did what he did. Such a waste. She sensed burning skill and strength in this man, yet he condemned himself to this fate by his actions.

Nero · Date: 2009-06-09 20:32 EST

He slowly lifted his head. His eyes were being forced pen. "I...saught...re...venge....for my family.." His head fell back. He was in so much pain his mind was trying to shut down to let the pain subside. He had caught images of her evicerating him.

Jamie Kilner · Date: 2009-11-15 20:36 EST

The demoness peered up at him curiously then shook her head dismissively. The explanation had hardly been understandable with his lack of breath. She had only herself to blame by obliterating his diaphram. Fortunately he'd be whole again the following morning.

"Well I'm sorry dear friend, I didn't understand a single word of that," Jamie said with a dark glint in her eyes. "I suppose we'll have to leave interrogations for when you're in better shape tomorrow. I look forward to our next meeting."

She turned her back to him and strode towards a thin, valve-like membrane that immediately parted to allow her exit of the room. Nero was left to listen to the pulsing blood in the walls around him while it refused him death.

Overnight, just as Jamie had said, the room regenerated his tissues and flesh, restoring him to full physical health. In the morning, as it arrived, it was like Nero had never been torn apart by the Madame at all. The masses of flesh that secured his arms and legs; however, still held him tight.

It was early in that morning that Jamie Kilner returned, the valve opening for her arrival and closing behind. She seemed certainly in improved spirits, as her smile seemed very much sincere. She wore a tight, white leather catsuit that creaked with each movement she made. In one hand she held the black dagger that she used to cut Nero up the previous day. Clearly she meant to use it again on his newly regenerated body.

"Hello, hello," she greeted in a sing-song tone. "How was your night? I bet it was a rather interesting experience for you.... I was thinking about you all night. How I'd have fun cutting you open again like I did yesterday." She chuckled mirthfully at this. "You like my outfit?" She spun around a bit to show it off. "Blood shows up on white so well; I didn't want to spare you the effect of your second disembowelment."

She poked the dagger-tip against his nude stomach just above the belly button. There, he began to bleed from a tiny wound. Then she dragged it along the skin, creating a line of blood.

"Last evening you were trying to tell me why you destroyed my property," she said, humming softly under her breath as she drew more lines of blood across his chest and stomach, each one going slightly deeper than the last cut. "I'm sure you'll make a lot more sense without having holes in your lungs again."

Nero · Date: 2009-12-16 05:36 EST

He gritted his teeth and hissed. He fought against what ever she used to hold him still. He tried to fight back but to no avail. He lowered his head and finaly spoke to her.

"I was told you might have been the one to have slane my family. I wanted revenge."

He looked her in the eye. "Now stop this. I know my revenge will never be given me. So either kill me or force me to work for you. But at least quite playing games."

He growled as his arms seemed to mutate like they did the night before. But they seemed to stay that way. He looked to them and his eyes slowly opened wide.

Jamie Kilner · Date: 2010-01-17 18:52 EST

Jamie quirked an eyebrow at her victim's offer. Could the man suddenly be so desperate after only one session of torture? She couldn't recall the last time she had broken someone so quickly, although most of them had been determined paladins that desired to bring about her end no matter the cost to their own being. But if this one was so weak in will....

"An interesting proposal," she replied with a dark smile. "I'm nearly inclined to acquiesce that offer." She raised a hand to his chin, lifting his head for a study of his features. "It's true, that the only true way to fully pay back the destruction of a servant is to enter a state of service yourself."

She lowered the hand from his chin and turned away to pace the room while she pondered the situation. The man claimed he had mistaken her for someone else that had "slain his family." Being a demon that had prefered erotica over brute force for spreading the pursuit of evil and corruption of souls, she knew for a fact that he was mistaken. If it had been her, the family would have been drawn into despicable acts of sexual hedonism.

The mere thought of that conceptual difference made her laugh. She turned back to face him.

"You leave much out of your story, vandal," she said with a curious glint in her solid black eyes. "I don't make it a hobby of mine to regularly slaughter hapless innocents; it's much preferable to pervert their morals instead. I'd like to hear an explanation from you for why you have mistaken myself for another. Tell me the full tale and leave nothing out. By understanding your misled perceptions may make my decision to accept your service all that much more easier." She folded her arms over her large breasts and waited.

Nero · Date: 2010-06-27 19:01 EST

He looked to her and took shallow breaths. He forced the memory back to the surface from the dark depths of his mind. He closed closed his eyes and recalled the events in detail.

"My family, I had just solved a murder and arrested the man. I came home to see both my wife and daughter laying the middle of the living room. All of their blood drained from them and sprayed everywhere. There was no life in them at all. "

"There was a mark on the wall. A scorch mark. It was of a demon, a note was laying by it. Saying that those who seek justice and forever work for good are to die a traitors death."

He gulped and panted as he let the memory fade back into the dark. He recalled the next event with daylight clarity.

"I had dug around, found out most demons who left calling cards like that were high ranking ones, some who specialize in some form of demonic power. Bleeding dry, sexual control of ones mind. I asked around and followed the wrong lead....and I apologize for what I have done."

Jamie Kilner · Date: 2010-06-28 17:15 EST

Jamie Kilner chuckled at the clarified explanation, beginning to understand Nero's foolishness. She shook her head with a disdainful sigh afterwards and paced around the fleshy chamber. Finally she came to a stop and turned to face him again.

"Well, Nero, you're certainly correct about taking the wrong lead," she said with a renewed sense of mirth. "I don't do much murdering. I'm more of a temptress and dominatrix; I break down people's social mores and lead them into accepting the most sinful pleasures they'd otherwise refuse themselves. Those whom are more resistant... I just break until they do accept.

"You, for example, broke more quickly than I expected," she added with a wide grin. She walked over to him and stroked his cheek tenderly. "But then, I guess you're just softer than you look."

Her hand treveled up toward the fleshy strands that held him secure and rubbed them lightly until they released him. Nero fell face flat on the membranous floor as his legs were held up by the strands that held them. Jamie immediately repeated the process of release and the man now lied flat on the ground. She then stepped around him to stand in front of him.

"Rise to your knees, servant," she ordered and Nero obeyed, having already submitted to her.

She smiled further in satisfaction before pricking her palm with its opposing hand's claw, drawing blood. She held the palm outward and over Nero's head where the blood would drop and splatter on his brow. She murmured something in the hissing language of the Abyss and a change began to overtake Nero.

His appearance became slightly more bestial, giving him an almost rugged handsomeness. His muscles strained and bulked until his form was more developed and honed in physique. His awareness and senses were heightened to levels that even surpassed his recent experience as a vampire's blood ghoul. And finally, his manhood grew over nearly twice its former size, gifting him with virility possessed by no mortal man.

"You are now my bound servant," Jamie said to him. "You will do whatever I ask of you for as long as I deem fit."