A Night of Blood (Finished)

[Astaroth Merula]

It was a peculiarly cold night in Veracruz, Mexico, and the moon shone down brightly upon the land, revealing the sins that took place in the dark. Men bought prostitutes and drugs, homosexuality was rampant, and many people committed acts of theft and violence. In a particular part of town, there was an old cathedral, in which a horrible sin was occurring; the killing of a priest.

In this cathedral, where mass had just ended but two hours ago, the priest lay against the wall with his eyes closed in peace; and another man stood over him, watching him in his rest. This standing male smiled a cruel smile, yet a satisfied one, as he gently rubbed the metal band on his left forearm. His violet eyes gazed down on the priest from beneath his white hair as he stood there topless, with black cotton pants worn upon his waist.

This strange male admired the blood pooling around the dead priest's body, loving his work. He glanced over the cuts on the recently deceased, making sure that he had not done something wrong in his cruel art. His favorite part of his latest killing was when he heard the priest's scream while the demon carved into his chest, and then helpless look on the priest's face as he saw what was carved into his own body.

The demon had a sick, twisted smile upon his face as he stared at his handiwork, his eyes tracing the elaborate cross that he had carved into the priest's flesh. "The skies shall rain fire, and the seas will become as blood. The righteous shall fall before the wicked, and all of Creation shall tremble before the burning standards of Hell," he said, remembering the line from somewhere; probably a movie or game. He then crouched down to stare the deceased priest directly in the eyes, wiping a bit of blood from his own chin and cleaning it off on a non-blood-soaked part of the priest's clothes. "Lo siento Padre, pero... Yo soy el Diablo."

[Victoria Belmis]

Her black hair waved around her shoulders, vividly. Regardless of the cold night Victoria wore only a pair of shorts, a thin sleeveless shirt and seemed indifferent to the low temperature. The demoness walked alone in the cold night. It seemed peaceful, even though Victoria knew that this town was far away from such a thing. It was just a layer to hide the things that defile the night. The female sighted, breathing the freezing air, closing her blue eyes for a moment appreciating the silence near the old cathedral. As she opened her eyes, she took a glance at the building's door, who seemed to be slammed open. That was odd.

She walked up to the entrance, dry leaves cracking underneath her boots. Victoria hated everything that had to do with religion in general, she would normally cringe entering a considered “sacred place”, just like every demon she had ever met. It was just unpleasant. The cathedral was a cold on the inside as the exterior. Her eyes laid on a male, a white haired male, shirtless with his back turned to her. His energy was different... He was demon as well. A small grin appeared at the corner of her mouth, that slowly faded as she narrowed her eyes trying to see what was the male demon staring at.

A human. A dead human. In a pool of blood. It seemed like the demon had been having fun already. Many demons had that evil side, they would just kill mindlessly, Victoria was a young demon so that was probably the reason why she didn't understand this behavior, she wasn't grossed out, or shocked by it, but that wasn't exactly one of her habits. The female had killed before but only on situations that someone had anger her, and did or tried to do harm to her. Who knows ? Maybe this was the case. “ Poor guy... You messed him up pretty bad, even for a priest.” She spoke softly, a phew meters away from the demon.

[Astaroth Merula]

The male blinked slowly as he heard soft footfalls upon the cathedral's stone floors. He wiped a small speck of blood off of his cheek with his forefinger then placed it into his mouth, tasting the blood of the deceased holy man. It had a sweet and sour flavor to it, sickeningly sweet with a tangy aftertaste. Seem that the father wasn't so holy after all, with the impurities in his blood. A bit of an alcoholic.

The male felt a shiver of excitement go up his spine as he relived the thrill of seeing the man's face as he realized that his false 'God' had forsaken him. Astaroth hated these people who criticized the impurities of others in the name of their 'God,' and yet continued to be as sinful as those who they downcast. People like these, who had scorned his mother's practices, and called her a vile harlot; and him the unholy son of the Devil. Well now, he was the Devil.

While reflecting upon his hatred for the followers of Christ, and other like them, the demon stared up blankly at the stained glass window above the priest's corpse. The glass depicted Jesus' ascension into Heaven; quite a fitting seen since another soul would be going to this 'Heaven' that the mortals believed in, right below his savior. The demon finally heard the other one with him in the room speak, a soft female voice. She had no fear, nor disgust for the action that he had done, so he knew that she must not be a human; and definitely not of the religious sort.

The male turned slowly to face the one who had spoke to him, blood splattered over the old scars on his body, and staining his white hair; tipping his black horns. His cold, lifeless, violet eyes gazed over the woman as his nose picked up on a familiar scent of brimstone, death, and hate. A fellow member of the demonic species. He let a small smile invade his mouth as he replied to his audience in the language she had addressed him in, obviously not a native. "I don't know. I think I did a pretty good job with the details."

[Victoria Belmis]

A slight smirk appeared in the female's face whilst the other demon glanced at her, covered in blood, making a cynical remark. The demoness crossed her arms approaching the crime scene, as she walked beside the church pews, some of them splattered with random bits of the priest's blood. The moon light shined, coming from the blood stained window above the lifeless body, on the demon, allowing a better examination. His white hair was stained with blood, just like his face, chest, pants, hands...

Victoria stood a phew feet away from the demon to her left, looking at him for a second in silence before looking a the body. That was not pretty. You could see the dry trace of tears, among the blood, drawn on the man's cheeks. Victoria had seen him before, giving mass, very judgmental, then she'd eventually find him drinking later on that night and talking to hookers. She doubt it he was asking them about their day. Maybe he deserved it. Maybe he deserved to die. But who doesn't? Everyone has many sins that they should pay for, even the girl herself. “ You're gonna leave him there? That's a bit of a mess.” She asked not taking her eyes from the priest.

[Astaroth Merula]

The demon glanced to his right as the female walked up beside him, taking in her appearance with a certain interest. He could see nothing wrong in the way she was formed, quite attractive. However, she asked a question that Astaroth had not considered in his fury while slaughtering the priest... What to do with the body?

The male scratched his chin absently while considering what to do regarding the corpse. If he were to dump the body in some local body of water, or take a trip to the Gulf, people would notice the priest's absence and begin to ask questions, which would lead to an investigation. Although Astaroth knew that the normal police wouldn't catch him, there was the possibility of a hunter or some other supernatural getting involved and chasing him down. And if he were to leave the body there, it would just scream 'demon' to a seasoned hunter; and as much of an asshole as Astaroth was, he didn't want random demons to get hunted because of his artwork. However, Astaroth knew this city, and the evils that went on within it.

The demon walked over to the dead priest's body and grabbed the corpse under each arm, hauling the body up to where he could carry it. He planned on transporting it to a part of town where humans would be suspected. A part of town crazy enough to actually do something like this. "As fun as it would be to have the great mystery of the dead father, I don't feel like getting hunters involved. So I'll just do the easy thing and place the blame on humans."

[Victoria Belmis]

As the male lifted the body after what it seemed to be pondering over Victoria's words, the sight of the body became slightly repulsive now that it was closer to her face. A dead body is never something you learn to like. Maybe it was, for some... The demon really had no mercy... The smell of blood was strong, she twitched her nose slightly and looked at the demon as he spoke again. Victoria smirked again. “ How noble of you.” She said playful.

“ Smart.” She finished with the same grin. Bringing a hunter to this area would be a problem just much for him and for her. They were annoying, most of them were weak and inexperienced, boring, they were over-confident and didn't know what a demon was really like. If it's scary, kill it, that was pretty much their mentality. Through her life she had the pleasure to meet many hunters, but only one of them was worthy. Ahah, fun nights, she remembered amused. “ I should leave you to it then...” She said after glancing at the moonlight in the window, he would probably want to take care of that right away. And being inside that building was starting to feel nauseous.

" Nice to meet you..." She stopped, realizing she didn't knew his name. Well that wasn't a problem. Victoria lift her hand placing it lightly on the demon's arm, staying silent for a moment, dodging the thoughts that didn't matter to her looking only for his name. "...Astaroth. I'm Victoria. " She said before turning her back.

[Solemn Creed]

Sol smirked at the two demons from where he sat in a pew, three rows away from the both of them. The two demons, both male and female, had yet to come to blows and it pleased him to see they were getting along.. relatively well. He had been watching the male for some time now, with less frequent peeks at the female.

The blood lust of the male in addition to the violent torture he seemed to enjoy inflicting on many of his victims interested Sol greatly. The male, Astaroth, reminded him greatly of himself as a demon. That and the fact he already seemed to somewhat revere Sol. Tonight he would finally approach the male with an offer of divine patronage. If things went as Sol had planned, he would be leaving for his castle that night satisfied that a new agent of entropy had been left behind to wreak chaos in this boring world.

He tilted his head and almost yawned at their dialogue. Sol would love to make two new agents this night, but the female's presence was merely good fortune. Eager for a change to this dreadfully boring scene of events with the male holding the dead body of some priest while they chatted, he began clapping and stood.

Stealth dismissed, Sol stood not in his true form, but in that of an ebony haired human of ivory complexion with his own handsome face. Though as he strode through the pews to the two as if they were not there, the horns that grew elegantly from his head, resembling a crown, were most obvious. Sol's eyes flicked from one demon to the other, an amused smirk on his lips as he spoke "Astaroth, Victoria... A wonderful night is it not?"

Sol chuckled slightly to himself, as if at some inner joke, and pivoted slightly to put his back to the two after viewing the male's handiwork once more. "Most impressive," he commented, voice dripping with sarcasm and he turned back to them, clasping his hands behind his back.

He opened his mouth as if to speak again but frowned downwards instead at the priest's body as if he had somehow expected it to be gone once he had turned away and back. "Not much of a lovely sight, now is it?" Sol snapped his fingers and the body fell apart into flowers. He raised an eyebrow "It was confetti last time.." Sol commented to himself seeming slightly distracted. His gaze snapped up once more to the two demons, eyes looking in different directions to stare at them both, directly. "I assume you know who i am?"

[Astaroth Merula]

The demon smiled slightly, even when holding the dead body in his arms. "My pleasure... Victoria. Beautiful name, and woman." However, a sudden presence hit the demon; some strong being had just made itself known. A loud clapping filled the empty sanctuary as Astaroth turned his head to look at the source of the disruption, and such great power. The pale human-shaped creature walked towards the two demons, his body passing straight through the pews; and it was as Astaroth observed the male coming closer to him that he noticed the horns upon his head. A crown made of horns...

Astaroth stood in place, paralyzed by the sudden presence of this man, and speechless before him as a realization began to dawn upon him. When he turned around, Astaroth felt himself suddenly freed from the oppressive aura, but barely had time to relax before the man had pivoted about again. He seemed to be displeased by the body in Astaroth's arms, or maybe displeased by what had been done to it. Astaroth frowned slightly, hurt but not sure why he felt like he had let this man down.

Amazingly, the man snapped his fingers after complaining of the body, and the priest's corpse fell apart into flowers, softly hitting the ground around Astaroth's feet. The ivroy-skinned male made some random remark and then continued to speak to himself before turning his attention back to Astaroth and Victoria and addressing them with simply one question... 'I assume you know who I am?' Directed more as a statement.

Astaroth stood there with his mouth slightly agape as he realized who this man was... Solemn Creed, the God of Entropy.

[Victoria Belmis]

Victoria smirked at the demon's flirtatious remark as she started to walk away. She stopped on her tracks as she heard clapping, clearly not from the demon she was speaking to, but the presence felt like one of their species too, even though stronger. Much stronger. Intrigued Victoria looked over her shoulder to see a male moving through the pews with the clear figure of horns rising from his head, forming a crown. The demoness turned only to face the new arrival more carefully when he spoke both of hers and the other demon's name.

As the moon shone down on the mysterious individual, Victoria was able to understand who this was. She gasped for a moment, cursing herself for not realizing it sooner, such lack of attention was unforgivable. The girl curved her head slightly in sign of respect. The man approached Astaroth not seeming to be pleased with his work, it wasn't a lovely sight indeed, but Victoria imagined it should be for such a figure like him. After making his comments about the deceased priest he snapped his fingers making the body fall into flowers. A slight smirk appeared on the corner of her lips as he did so. Even though feeling a hint of pity for the murderess demon, like a child proud of his doodling and suddenly the teacher tells him it's not good enough.

"I assume you know who i am?" It was quite an obvious answer. Victoria raised her eyes before softly speaking, questions racing through her mind. “ Of course we do... Solemn Creed, the God of Entropy.”

[Solemn Creed]

Sol grinned, a quick flash of perfect, movie star white teeth. Charming though the brief smiling expression on his face had been, it seemed more threatening than anything else, akin to an animal bearing its teeth before it strikes. The elegant horns growing from his head dissolved into black smoke as he pivoted about yet again, azure eyes glowing as if bright blue flame. Their knowledge of him was a pleasing thing to hear aloud, even though he was aware that the story of the demon who became a god was common knowledge to most of the fiendish race.

Sol began walking towards the open doors of the cathedral, waving his hand over his shoulder, gesturing for the two to follow him as he approached the ruined portals. He chuckled to himself, mind moving a thousand miles a minute in an infinite amount of directions. With every step he took, Sol's chest swelled with breath he did not need, taking pleasure in his own power which filled him. Entropic forces vied for control within his mind, and it took every voice to keep him 'sane'.

Upon reaching the two doors, Sol reached out and grasped their handles and closed them. As he did so, the doors shifted and grew into two massive oaken doors engraved with words written in the old abyssal tongue, forgotten by many, but not to all. With strength not apparent within his 6ft human male form, Sol opened the massive things, well oiled hinges making not a squeak.

Where there was once an outside belonging to Veracruz, Mexico there was now a grand entrance hall a good 120ft long and 70ft high. At the end, one could see a throne of dark, blackened steel with large spikes at its central and outer points curving up towards the ceiling. Upon its seat was a cushion of black velvet, stitched with the hair of angels. The throne itself sat upon a large obsidian dais, raising whoever were to sit upon it above all but the most massive of mortals.

Sol strode along the white marble walkway, nodding to the two huge door guards -they stood stone still as if statues in their royal guard plate- signaling that they were to close the doors once Victoria and Astaroth passed through. Veined with black, featuring flecks of gold, the walkway was small and led straight to the throne. It was obviously reserved only for the Archfiend himself and his special guests. Massive pillars stood a short distance from the walls stretched up towards the ceiling and draped along their sides, facing out from the wall, were tapestries depicting the mark of Solemn Creed.

Finally having reached his throne, Sol climbed the dais and sat on the throne, looking small in comparison as if a child climbing into his father's seat. However, Sol's form quickly changed as he reverted to his natural rich, crimson skin tone, elegant horns growing from his head, fingernails turning black, and his stature growing to that of over 9ft in height. He now fit perfectly upon his throne and he shifted and assumed a more relaxed pose so that one leg draped over the right arm of the throne and he leaned back against the other.

Sol looked at the two demons and red lips turned, twisting his handsome face up into a sardonic smirk. "Now, where were we.." He asked rhetorically, the light moving playfully across his eyes, but no light source was actually visible within the throne room. Sol smiled, his now blood red eyes and green feline like pupils seeming too look directly at them both as he asked, "Why is it you think i have brought you hear?" he tapped his now pursed lips with his fingernail, awaiting their responses.

[Astaroth Merula]

Astaroth stood still as the god began to walk away, but instantly began to follow him upon seeing the powerful being beckon to them. Honestly, he did not care much what the female chose to do, but he did not want to waste this opportunity to meet the infamous demon-made-god. He didn't even care about the sound of his shoes slapping against the stone ground as he raced to catch up with the being who he admired; the god of everything that was not. The Destroyer, Harbinger of Chaos, The God Devil... All names that he had heard him called by, this ultimate being.

Astaroth paused as the being shifted the doors of the cathedral into a different portal that gave off an old, powerful feeling... As well as a foreboding one. The daemon felt a small shiver run down his spine as the doors were pushed open and a lonng, majestic hall was revealed. Astaroth followed the god through the doors and felt a wave of power rush over him as his tail grew out from his pants and the jacket that he wore began to vibrate, shifting back into the form of his wings. With their 14-foot span, and the light layer of fur covering their leathery material giving them a velvety texture, they were the daemon's favorite part of his body. He rolled his shoulders, knowing that something in this new place had reverted him back to his true form.

The daemon looked about in wonder as the majesty of the hall, before his eyes settled upon the throne. It was truly the throne of the Devil and seemed to give off it's own deadly air. Before Astaroth's eyes, Solemn shifted back into his true appearance; looking every bit like a true daemon, as opposed to Astaroth's more human-like visage. He halted as the god ascended to his throne and addressed the two. It took him some time to regain his voice, but he finally answered. "I have no idea why you would waste your time with us, my Lord... But I do hope that I have not displeased you in some manner."

[Victoria Belmis]

The God started to walk towards the open doors of the cathedral, gesturing that the two daemons should follow him. Astaroth immediately followed the Devil God, racing after him. Victoria, on the other hand, hesitated a moment before walking behind the two males. Victoria had great respect for the God of Entropy, like any daemon would have, but with great respect comes great fear, she knew of the power of Solemn Creed and knew it wasn't one to defy. Something she didn't knew, though, was what he wanted from such daemons as herself and Astaroth, making her feel insecure about following him. There was the chance he wanted to punish them, even though Victoria couldn't exactly recall anything she might of have done that could enrage the Lord of Chaos. She swallowed her fears, knowing that if he was planning to punish them there was no way to escape it, so she decided to follow their direction.

Solemned closed the cathedral doors, opening them seconds later, to reveal that the outside of the cathedral was now majestic hall that held a throne where the God of Entropy sat and shifted to his true form. Victoria entered a little behind from Astaroth admiring the great room, but suddenly feeling her body shifting out of her control, turning to her true form as well. Her eyes slowly faded from the deep blue to pitch black, her skin began to turn even paler reaching pure white color. Her small human form turned to a majestic 7 feet tall body, wings burst from her back exhibiting beautiful black plumage and curled horns emerged from her black hair, finally a long black tail ripped her shorts and started to wave.

Baffled still by the power than had overwhelmed her, Victoria finally stood by Astaroth side when the God questioned them about their thoughts of his intentions. Astaroth spoke exactly the girl's contemplations. The daemoness could only take herself to speak a in a faded voice. “...Yeah...”

[Solemn Creed]

Sol watched, pleased, as the two daemons reverted to their true forms. They were beautiful in Sol's mind though they would look terrifying to most mortals.. Looking at their wings.. At their tails and horns.. Sol felt as if a proud father of two very dangerous, beautiful beings who would cause much chaos upon the world. Even though he possessed a number of biological children, Sol viewed all of the demon race as his kin and its children, his children.

Sol spoke softly, but his voice resounded loudly through the massive hall, possessing no echo and perfectly clear "I have brought you here, because I have watched the both of you for a very long time now.. " he watched the both of them as he said this, observing any reaction. "And i have come to the conclusion that the both of you are very competent individuals.. I offer you power and my blessings.."

Sol paused again in his speech, a grin spreading across his face. "I shall allow you to become my agents.. there is nothing in particular you must do, the both of you must merely work to cause chaos and make a sacrifice to me at least once a month." he paused again, allowing it to all sink in.

He stood and stepped down from the throne and obsidian dais and walked over to an ornate chest that had been prepared a short distance from his throne. Sol snapped his fingers and the chest opened, showing several items within. They were obviously enchanted, forged by the god himself, and verily hummed with power. "You both may choose one of these items.. as a taste of the powerful artifacts that shall come under your control in m service." Sol flashed that handsome grin again, stark white teeth gleaming from his crimson face.

[Adelaide Bernadette]

She walked about the land, surveying its beauty. She always was a fan of France. Looking about, she could feel such power within this large area, for which made her scrunch her brow.

For what could cause such power?

Looking above, she noticed a lone castle of some sort. It was quite impressive, for the sight caused her breath to intake. She felt the need to inspect it, looking at its beauty from the outside in. Slowly, she started to walk towards it, only to catch a whiff of...something. Her footstep froze in place, before she widened her eyes while looking up at the beautiful creation.

Who...or what...caused such power? Such...fear? Narrowing her eyes, she pushed past the fear. She wouldn't let some smell cause her to become a scared kitten. Strong, she was.

Shoving her fear aside, she held her camera tight within her small hands and walked on further towards the castle.

[Astaroth Merula]

Astaroth stared up at the majestic god above him before meeting his gaze and quickly averting his eyes. Glancing back up, he noticed how the god looked down at the two with approval and even seemingly admiration, as though he was proud of what these two were. The daemon felt heat flush his face as a red color invaded his cheeks, feeling embarrassed from the sense of pride he felt at the god's attention.

However, the ex-daemon spoke with a voice that demanded undivided attention, so Astaroth looked back at the powerful figure sitting in his throne with reverence. He felt nervous hearing that the god had been watching, wondering why they had been brought here; a million fearful thoughts racing through his mind. Then something completely unexpected and amazing happened; he and the female received the god's blessing. He was even called competent.

Astaroth nodded his head to the god's demands of at least one sacrifice a month, and to be an instrument of chaos. The legend among daemons wanted the two to become his agents, he wanted them to work with and for him. This was something that he had never though was possible, to actually gain the god's favor and be officially recognize by him.

Then came another surprise for the human-like daemon. The god walked to an elaborate chest and opened, by snapping his fingers no less! Inside lay several items, obviously imbued with power, they were practically emitting it as a solid force. The god was offering them each one of the items. Astaroth looked nervously at the female beside him in order to try and see what her response to all of this was. However, his attention was quickly turned back to the items; his eyes settled on only one.

Astaroth reached into the chest and laid his hands upon a silver chain, about six feet in length. He lifted it from the chest and held it up to get a better look at it, and in order to get used to the way it felt. Suddenly, he felt a power pressing against him, it was that of Solemn. The daemon let the power in and heard the god whispering in his head, though it did not exactly seem as though it were the same being that were in front of him. The voice explained that the chain was an enchanted item that gave the user, unreliably, the ability to use pain synthesize on contact with either the chain or the owner or the chain while he possessed it. It would be controllable by thought for the most parts, but then the voice snickered and added a warning. Sometimes the chain would hurt someone who the owner had no intended to use its power on, and at other times it would have no effect at all. The voice of the Demon God rung through Astaroth's head, reminding him of the god's nature and his role and position... 'It is very... Unpredictable.'