RE: The new Seraph's
07-03-2024, 02:12 AM (This post was last modified: 07-03-2024, 02:23 AM by Dark Seraph.)
07-03-2024, 02:12 AM (This post was last modified: 07-03-2024, 02:23 AM by Dark Seraph.)
Warning, dark themes.
Atlas park.
Warehouse district.
Steve was not having a good week, first he tried to jump that demoness and get him some tail, but that resulted in him being branded and everyone else thinking he was someone's bitch. Now, he was waking up tied to a chair in some warehouse.
There was the sound of foot steps as a figure stepped into the light, wearing some sort of black business suit, gloves and a... Carnival of shadows mask. "Oh so scary." Steve snorted. "Who the fuck are you?"
The figure slowly walked around him. "Let's say, I am a vengeful soul, you hurt someone, someone I care deeply for." A photo is held in front of Steve's face. "Recognise her?"
He squints. "Yeah that's the bitch that fucking branded me."
The figure pockets the photo. "That "bitch" as you call her is a sixteen year old girl, that you tried to force into sexual slavery... Now I would love nothing more than to kill you.... But Paragon has laws, due service...." The figure turns to face Steve. "The law wants you alive." They slowly pick up a crow bar. "But the law does not say in what condition."
"You think I'm fucking scared of you psycho?" Steve shouts as he struggles in his bindings.
The figure chuckled. "Oh, you will be... They all are eventually." They said, easing up the crow bar and bringing it down on Steve's knee with a crack of splintering bone.
Steve howled in pain and let out a shaky laugh. "I'm a Hellion fucker, I have done worse."
The figure slowly tilted their head, stepping to one side to reveal a cam corder. "Well then Steve, let's hear your sins." As they wound up for another strike.
****
Later.
Sera stepped out if the Wearhouse, pulling off her carnival of light mask and showing it in her jacket, she had taken her time with the Hellion, milked him for every drop of info he had, evert crime he had committed, all recorded for the police on a cheep impossible to trace cam corder.
She didn't feel good, one should never feel good doing such a thing, because once you started enjoying it, you where on a slippery slope. But she did feel just.... And to be fair, she had done a lot worse for the Resistance in Praetoria.
Walking by a dumpster, she threw the crowbar and her bloody gloves in, she knew the cops wouldn't dig too deep, if they where anything like the PPD in Preat, they would look poorly on a podophile.
Pulling her hair back into a simple pony tail, she waved down a cab, she would put an anonymous call in to get Steve.... In a day or two, but now to head home where her daughter's waited for her.
What she did, she did for them, she would dirty her hands to see them safe and happy.
Atlas park.
Warehouse district.
Steve was not having a good week, first he tried to jump that demoness and get him some tail, but that resulted in him being branded and everyone else thinking he was someone's bitch. Now, he was waking up tied to a chair in some warehouse.
There was the sound of foot steps as a figure stepped into the light, wearing some sort of black business suit, gloves and a... Carnival of shadows mask. "Oh so scary." Steve snorted. "Who the fuck are you?"
The figure slowly walked around him. "Let's say, I am a vengeful soul, you hurt someone, someone I care deeply for." A photo is held in front of Steve's face. "Recognise her?"
He squints. "Yeah that's the bitch that fucking branded me."
The figure pockets the photo. "That "bitch" as you call her is a sixteen year old girl, that you tried to force into sexual slavery... Now I would love nothing more than to kill you.... But Paragon has laws, due service...." The figure turns to face Steve. "The law wants you alive." They slowly pick up a crow bar. "But the law does not say in what condition."
"You think I'm fucking scared of you psycho?" Steve shouts as he struggles in his bindings.
The figure chuckled. "Oh, you will be... They all are eventually." They said, easing up the crow bar and bringing it down on Steve's knee with a crack of splintering bone.
Steve howled in pain and let out a shaky laugh. "I'm a Hellion fucker, I have done worse."
The figure slowly tilted their head, stepping to one side to reveal a cam corder. "Well then Steve, let's hear your sins." As they wound up for another strike.
****
Later.
Sera stepped out if the Wearhouse, pulling off her carnival of light mask and showing it in her jacket, she had taken her time with the Hellion, milked him for every drop of info he had, evert crime he had committed, all recorded for the police on a cheep impossible to trace cam corder.
She didn't feel good, one should never feel good doing such a thing, because once you started enjoying it, you where on a slippery slope. But she did feel just.... And to be fair, she had done a lot worse for the Resistance in Praetoria.
Walking by a dumpster, she threw the crowbar and her bloody gloves in, she knew the cops wouldn't dig too deep, if they where anything like the PPD in Preat, they would look poorly on a podophile.
Pulling her hair back into a simple pony tail, she waved down a cab, she would put an anonymous call in to get Steve.... In a day or two, but now to head home where her daughter's waited for her.
What she did, she did for them, she would dirty her hands to see them safe and happy.
Neph: I wanna fight!