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Post by Liana on Jun 8, 2009 15:52:39 GMT -4
Liana smiled as Harper offered her the same answer as before. Although it was forced, and obviously so. She could tell she'd begun to hit the wall with him. Perhaps being nice had been the wrong tactic.
"I'm going to need you to be much more specific than that, Harper," she said. "Much, much more specific. What are they planning?"
She got to her feet and walked absently over to the mantle piece, on top of which was her knife. It was an old knife, a very, very old knife. Carved from the jawbone of a donkey, the same jawbone used to beat thousands of soldiers to death back in biblical days, it had been a gift and it was her favourite method of torture. She touched it lightly but did not pick it up. It would stay where it was until Harper became too difficult.
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Post by Harper Benedict on Jun 8, 2009 21:58:37 GMT -4
"I'm going to need you to be much more specific than that, Harper."
Harper may have grown up in a small meaningless fishing town with no other goals then to fish but he was by no means stupid and he had known very well that his vague answer was going to hold very little water was far as teh demon was concerned.
"Much, much more specific. What are they planning?"
The angels could at times be as hard to read as the demons especially since some of them seemed to be turn coats but unlike the demons they weren't all bad. A good portion of the angels wanted to stop the devil from breaking loose and destroying the world and Harper wasn't gonna be responsible for sending it all to hell in a hand basket so to speak.
"To stop you...and if I was a betting man I wouldn't put my money on ya'll," Harper replied with a small smirk. He was most likely going to die and a small part of him was ok with that.
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Post by Liana on Jun 8, 2009 23:51:10 GMT -4
"To stop you...and if I was a betting man I wouldn't put my money on ya'll,"
Liana sighed and picked up her knife off the mantelpiece, touching the jagged edge lightly with her finger as she turned around to face Harper.
"You'd lose an awful lot of money making that bet," Liana said casually, returning to her seat and twirling her knife in her hands.
"Now, are you sure you don't want to be a little more specific? You see, the more detailed your answers, the higher your chances of getting out of here relatively unharmed. I might even give you a little gift." She stopped twirling the knife and rested it in her lap, looking up at Harper. "It's up to you how this all ends, really."
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Post by Harper Benedict on Jun 9, 2009 0:04:37 GMT -4
Harper's eyes never left the demon as she picked up the knife and made her way from the mantle back to the seat she had taken not long ago. Harper shifted for a moment in his own seat his eyes going from Liana to the knife she held nestled into her lap. This was not going to go well and Harper was pretty sure appealing to the demons "better side" would be pretty pointless.
"It's up to you how this all ends, really."
Taking a deep breath Harper calmed his own nerves which were pretty much hollering at the top of their lungs for him to get out of there as fast as he could but the issue was he would have nowhere to go and he was more then certain running from a demon would be as good as hanging out in quick sand.
"I'm not going to tell you what they're planning...the rise of the devil won't be on my head," Harper replied back with a stern sense to his voice.
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Post by Liana on Jun 9, 2009 0:49:07 GMT -4
"I'm not going to tell you what they're planning...the rise of the devil won't be on my head,"
Liana shook her head at him. He was brave, she'd give him that. Although a coward would have been more helpful at the moment... but the brave ones were always fun.
"Thats... disappointing," she said and, with a wave of her hand, sent him crashing into the far wall. She stood up from her seat and walked slowly towards him, twirling her knife in her hands again. "I expected better from you." Another sharp gestured and he flew across the room, landing on the floor. She mentally held him down as she went over to him. "And FYI, he really, really does not like that name."
She sat astride him and pushed the tip of her knife against his skin, just below the ear lobe, hard enough to draw blood. She slid the blade back till it was resting behind his ear and tilted her head to the side questioningly. "You don't need this, do you?" she asked, before slowly and deliberately beginning to cut his ear off.
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Post by Harper Benedict on Jun 9, 2009 1:41:45 GMT -4
"Thats... disappointing."
Harper knew he was in trouble even before she finished her words. He didn't have much of a choice though he he told her what it was he knew the angels were planning that would be it and he couldn't have that on him.
Harper didn't have a moment to comprehend what happened before he slammed into the wall pain lacing up his back and then the very next moment he crashed to the ground some unforseen force holding him down against the floor. He attempted to push himself up or away or anything but he couldn;t mvoe an inch as the demons force held him down forcefully.
Harper flinched back as the cold metal of Liana's knife sliced into the skin below his ear.
"I can't tell you...it wouldn't..." Harper's words were cut off as a cry of pain fell from him as Liana tore her knife along his ear slicing into his skin and sending torrents of blood cascading down the side of his neck.
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Post by Liana on Jun 9, 2009 2:06:27 GMT -4
Liana's eyes flashed black momentarily as the blood ran down Harper's neck. At his cry of pain she pulled her knife away from his ear and looked him in the eye.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" she asked, cupping a hand to her ear. "The angel's are planning what?"
She pointed the tip of her knife at his eye. "Eeny," she said before pointing to the other eye. "Meeney." She pointed at his mouth. "Miney." And finally, she gestured at his chest. "Mo." She grinned and ran the blade of her knife down his chest, drawing blood as she cut his shirt open. She shuffled back slightly so she had more room to maneuver and pulled the pieces of his shirt to the side so she had complete access to his bare torso.
Liana tapped the bloody knife against her chin thoughtfully, leaving a large blot of blood on a her skin, before cutting into his abdomen, deep enough to hurt like hell but shallow enough that he wouldn't die. She cut shapes absently, humming to herself as she went. It had been a while since she'd tortured someone so... alive.
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Post by Harper Benedict on Jun 9, 2009 10:48:00 GMT -4
"The angel's are planning what?"
"I...can't..." Harper replied his vocie slightly labored as Liana pulled the knife away from him for a moment.
Harper cringed as the weak material of the white tshirt he had worn gave way and the knife dragged along his bare flesh springing rivulets of blood in its wake. Harper clenched his mouth shut his teeth digging into the side of his mouth as he attempted to stem off his own cries of pain. He bit so hard after a few moments he could taste the copper of his own blood fill his mouth as Liana continued to stab the knife into him doing God only knew what. He could feel sweat soaking against his skin; mixing with his own blood and it was a sensation which almost turned his stomach.
"Stop..." Harper managed to groan as he tried to shift himself away from her to no avail as her hold upon him was still very much in place.
"Please..." at this point in time he wasn't above begging but just the same he wouldn't tell her a damn thing. It wasn't his place, not his plan, not his course of action to ruin.
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Post by Liana on Jun 9, 2009 16:00:05 GMT -4
The front of Liana's dress was soaked in Harper's blood, but he didn't seem any more likely to talk than before, if his groans of "I... can't..." were anything to go by.
She ignored him when he told her to stop and cut a fraction deeper into his stomach. So far she'd managed to avoided puncturing any necessary organs but she was beginning to get a little bit bored. This plan seemed like a bust, perhaps she should just kill him now and move on.
"Please..."
That stopped her. "So polite all of a sudden," she crooned, leaning down close to his face and tracing Harper's jawline with the blunt side of the knife. "Are we ready to talk now?"
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Post by Harper Benedict on Jun 10, 2009 1:00:51 GMT -4
Harper's entire body trembeled uncontrolably from the pain that was coursing through his body and a part him...one that was growing by the second wished that she would just kill him already and get the entire sordided affair over with but he some how knew that that would not be entertaining enough for the demon.
"So polite all of a sudden...Are we ready to talk now?"
Harper cringed slightly as Liana traced his jaw line with the handle of her knife. He could feel the blood soaking into the material of the scrub pants the hospital had issued and he shivered as the blood...his blood soaked into them.
"I can't tell you...because it wouldn't be fair...it would ruin things...everything...for both sides...yours and theirs...I shouldn't know...so-so I can't tell you...it's cheating," Harper explained his vocie a low ragged whisper now as he fought to stay concious both against the blood loss and the drugs still very much in his sytem.
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Post by Liana on Jun 10, 2009 1:22:15 GMT -4
Liana listened to Harper's disjointed explanation and frowned, sitting back upright.
"Well you're no fun," she said, looking at him sternly. Well, if that was all he had to offer, he really needed to die. But if he wasn't going to give the good guys anything either, maybe he deserved a chance. Besides, he'd lost a lot of blood, it's possible he'd bleed out soon anyway.
She stood up and walked back to the couch, sitting down and examining him closely. "If I were an angel, and I said, 'if you don't tell me what the demons are planning, Lucifer will rise and millions of people will die,' would you answer?" She wiped his blood off her knife and onto her dress.
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Post by Harper Benedict on Jun 10, 2009 1:51:41 GMT -4
"Well you're no fun."
"Sorry..." Harper managed to mutter with a weak smirk as he watched Liana walk back towards the chair she had previously sat in.
"Being surronded by lunatics...is murder on the...sense of humor," he explained his head rolling slightly to the side as he was losing the strength to hold it up right.
"If I were an angel, and I said, 'if you don't tell me what the demons are planning, Lucifer will rise and millions of people will die,' would you answer?"
"The same way...I answered you...it's not my plan to tell...and their side plays less then fair amongst themselves," Harper answered weakly. He looked at Liana for a moment wondering who she was truley on both accounts; demon and the girl who was buried deep down in there.
"If...if I told you...what would you do with it?" Harper asked his eyes locking on hers once more as he tried to keep himself upright though the demonic hold she held over him was helping that matter a great deal currently.
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Post by Liana on Jun 10, 2009 2:18:40 GMT -4
Liana put her knife down. If Harper definitely wasn't going to tell the angels anything then living was definitely on the cards for him.
"If...if I told you...what would you do with it?"
Liana shrugged. "Pass it on to the higher ups," she said. "Lilith's not one for surprises."
She watched him for a while, considering her next move. Normally she would kill him but something held her back. Which was a little more than irritating. So if she wasn't going to kill him, what was she going to do with him?
"I can't believe I'm doing this," she said as she stood up and went into one of the other rooms, returning to the living room with clothes, towels and shoes. She released her hold on Harper and dumped the pile onto his chest. "Clean yourself up and get dressed," she ordered.
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Post by Harper Benedict on Jun 11, 2009 23:12:20 GMT -4
Harper looked up at Liana for a moment as she explaind that if he told her anything she would simply just pass it on to whoever it was that was above her. It seemed loyal yet twisted all in the same right...but then again they were demons and Harper supposed they didn't need to make sense.
"Why...why wouldn't you use it?...Why just report...to her?" Harper asked his sight floating from focused to not entirely focused with every second.
Harper's eyes never left Liana as she walked out of the room for a moment her hold still pressing against him. The moment she released her hold Harper slumped further against the floor as if the wieght of the world had been dumped upon him. Liana's hold had literally been what had been holding him in place.
Harper groaned as Liana dumped the towels and pile of clothes on his injured chest which made pain flare through him. Harper curled up into himself and pushed the objects off of him as he attempted to regain his composure and see through the pain.
Forcing himself up into a semi sitting position he feebly gabbed at one of the towels Liana had brought over and pressed it against his chest attempting staunch the blood flow, the towel immeidately becoming soaked with his blood as he clenched his eyes for a moment attempting to breath through the pain.
"Who...was she?...Before you took her...?" Harper asked Liana in regards to her vessel as his head slumped against the wall as he tried and more then likely would fail at attempting to tend to his injuries.
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Post by Liana on Jun 12, 2009 2:46:38 GMT -4
Liana shrugged when Harper asked why she wouldn't just use any information he gave her. "I'm not going to take on a bunch of angels," she said. "I'm evil, not suicidal. Besides, if I pass on good info to Lilith, then I get in her good books which will in turn put me in His good books which is very very good."
She watched Harper as he struggled to clean himself up and seemed to be having trouble staying conscious. "My advice to you, if you plan on passing out, is wait until we're back in the car, because if you pass out here, I'll leave you here to bleed out."
"Who...was she?...Before you took her...?"
"Hmm?" Liana said, looking at the mirror hanging on the wall so she could see the young woman she had possessed. "Oh, her? She's Liana, I just borrowed her name... and her body, I guess. She was an art student from Canada... Italian parents I think." She looked down at her hands and flexed the fingers. "She was pretty... and in the wrong place at the wrong time..."
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