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Post by LILITH on Jun 15, 2011 5:09:39 GMT -5
MURPHY, IDAHO
The diner's occupants were strewn about the interior of the building, blood staining the walls crimson, with various body parts scattered across the floor in an unseemly manner. Lilith sat at one of the tables, apparently undaunted by the grisly scene before her, her mouth curling into an amiable smile as the waiter returned, placing her order on the tabletop with utmost care. His arm trembled as he did and panic emanated from him in mouth-watering waves, the demon feeding off his anxiety, loving how it felt and tasted on her tongue. Disregarding the thoroughly prepared plates of food, she rose, reaching forward to wipe the sweat accumulating on his brow; instantly, she noted how his skin shown beneath the overheard lights, gleaming, damp, and slick to the touch, merely exciting her further. His body tensed beneath her gentle caress, heartbeat accelerating and pulsing at her fingertips, as she traced the defined contour of his lips, which quivered sporadically in response. Her grin broadened. Humans were vile, loathsome creatures, contaminating the world, strutting about the planet as if they owned the place. She laughed quietly to herself, the waiter's eyes widening, but a hesitant smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as if he was in on the joke and not the punch line. Lilith did not understand why man thought they could assert their dominance so freely, even preying on their own kind without the least bit of remorse. She wanted to wipe the smiles from their faces and show them that they were not as special as they believed themselves to be. They were simply a nuisance in the grand scheme of things.
Tightening her grip, Lilith's eyes which were once a stunning shade of blue were now eerily white, her dedicated server's terrified scream unceremoniously cut-off as he exploded, a shower of blood, guts, and pieces of flesh raining down on her in torrents of deep red; her favorite color. Droplets of blood streaked her skin and dirtied the white of her dress; however, she was rather fond of the minor modifications to her ensemble, licking away the blood from her fingers as if it were chocolate. It was safe to say her mood had improved tenfold since she had blown off some steam, admiring her handiwork and renovations to the otherwise lackluster small-town diner in the middle of nowhere; it was about time they redecorated anyway. She hoped the rest of Murphy's residents would appreciate her work as well; too bad she would not get a chance to see their faces when they did lay eyes of her latest masterpiece. It definitely was not her best, although it faired a lot better than her brethren’s infantile pranks, which were nothing more than petty crimes. It had been too long since she had walked the earth, but subsequent to her escape, she was making sure she would actually teach these insolent fools a thing or two. She wanted to make them more than afraid, but terrified, until death was eagerly welcomed as an escape from the torment. Oh, she wanted to feel their blood on her hands, to wrap her fingers around their hearts until she squeezed the life from each and every one of them. Their anguished cries were nothing but music to her ears, and she loved nothing more than to hear it again and again, the sound ever pushing her to the edge of pleasure; a lullaby she could not get enough of.
Reseating herself back at her chosen table, she crossed her legs, smiling contentedly as she inspected the meal the waiter had brought out to her. It was nothing she would eat or anything that deserved her attention, so she left it where it was, completely untouched save for bits and pieces of the server that had found their way to it. The single thing she ever did crave was the delectable lukewarm blood coursing deliciously through human veins, the brackish taste a taste she would never get sick of no matter how long she lived. She would only dine on fresh blood, from those she killed herself of course; she was an independent woman after all—she liked to make her own meals. However, this town was too small for her liking; she needed to move on to bigger and better things. There were so many cities just teeming with people she could play with, the thought almost too much to bear; she could not ask for a better playground. People had feared her long ago and by now, she had only become a myth, scoffed at and disparaged. She would kindly let them know that Lilith had returned and she was ready to make her mark in the hearts of humanity—literally; it was the least she could do. Too bad, she could not completely enjoy her time after so many centuries imprisoned within the farthest reaches of Hell. She would make those who had wronged her pay and by God, she was not planning to leave this planet anytime soon. She owed Lucifer a lot; however, death did not even make her list of priorities. No, her life was just beginning and she was willing to get her hands dirty, even if it meant going against her savior.
(*Note: The reply doesn't have to reach 700-800 words, though I would like one that's longer in length or at least a tad bit equal in size. For those who wish to roleplay with Lilith and have a lower word count per post can pm me, and we'll go from there!)
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