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Post by Lilith on Mar 20, 2011 23:37:27 GMT -4
Lilith would have been severely disappointed if Jimmy had asked her to spare the creton currently hanging off her fist, but she felt confident that he was going to choose the more fun alternative. She'd met very few people, even the supposedly pure of heart, who would let a pig rapist live.
She glanced in disgust as the man said Jimmy's name. An attempt to plead perhaps?
"Sssshhhh.....You just stay nice and quiet till I tell you to scream..."
The look of disgust on her face melted quickly into a smirk of glee. Jimmy was going to do her proud. One day, he'd be able to do this himself.
"Kill him...slowly."
Lilith pulled the man in close to her so that she could whisper in his ear. "My pleasure."
She spread her palm out more, pushing against his flech and forcing another scream out of the man. She laughed, sending a small pulse of energy through his body, pushing at all his organs and nerve endings in the most painful way. It was a slow moving pulse and took several long minutes to reach the outside of his body and dissipate in a white light.
Eventually, almost growing bored with the ridiculous man, Lilith pushed her arm up, further into his body, took a firm hold of his heart and tore it right out. She let the now silent body fall to the ground as the incinerated the heart in her hand. Blood dripped down her hand and arm and she shook it off in vain.
Sighing, she turned to Jimmy, eyes returned to normal. "I didn't like him."
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Post by Jimmy Renwick on Mar 21, 2011 0:05:19 GMT -4
Jimmy took a step back as Lilith pulled Carl in close to her; it wasn't out of fear. He had long since lost fear for her and gained something else. No he took a step back to get a better fucking view as Carl got what he deserved after making the Renwick house a living hell for the entire time he had been in it. A ghost of a smile spread on Jimmy's face as another scream was forced from the dickhead; it was true what they said...what goes around does indeed come around in the end.
Jimmy watched transfixed as Lilith slowly went about killing him; he had seen people die before. Growing up in the environment he had it was a given that people were going to die and you were going to be there when it happened; but never in his life had he seen someone be completely decimated from the inside out...and if it were to happen to anyone Jimmy was pleased that it had happened to Carl.
Jimmy watched the moment when Carl's screams fell silent and the man fell dead and it felt good; better then any high in the entire fucking world! Jimmy watched the heart in Lilith's hand for several moments no longer paying any sort of attention to the discarded body on the ground; this was definitely shit you didn't see every fucking day no matter how much acid you took.
"I didn't like him."
"...He was a dick," Jimmy agreed with a small shrug as he brushed absently at the blood which snaked its way from his ear down his neck. His ears were still ringing and he knew he would hurt like hell in the morning but he was too fucking pumped too care at the current moment.
"What happens to him now?" Jimmy asked glaring down at the still corpse. He figured that as a demon Lilith would be able to tell him what exactly happened to people like Carl Ashford when they died...or had their hearts torn out by his kick ass demon friend.
Jimmy again knew he should be scared...somewhere in his head told him that much...but between the LSD and the fact that for the first time in his life he had had someone come to bat for him he couldn't be asked to fucking care at the moment.
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Post by Lilith on Mar 21, 2011 1:01:31 GMT -4
"...He was a dick,"
Lilith personally thought that that word wasn't enough to describe the man she had just killed, but it didn't particularly matter. He was dead now, and utterly incapable of continuing on in his usual way.
"What happens to him now?"
Glancing at Jimmy, Lilith at first thought he meant he body. She quickly realised he meant the man's soul and gave him a small smirk.
"He goes straight to hell, where the torture continues," she told him matter-of-factly. "If you want, we can arrange it so that it's extra special torture."
To say that Lilith was pleased with Jimmy's decision, and his reaction afterwards, would be an understatement. It was the correct behaviour for the child of the Lucifuge and she looked forward to the moment when he would come into his abilities and become a force in his own right.
Which reminded her...
"You mustn't have had much time to think about what we talked about," she said casually, wiping the blood from her hand onto the front of her dress. "Would you like me to go again so you can have some peace?"
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Post by Jimmy Renwick on Mar 21, 2011 1:35:47 GMT -4
"He goes straight to hell, where the torture continues, if you want, we can arrange it so that it's extra special torture."
"Good," Jimmy said glaring down at the body. He was pleased to know that the fucker didn't get a free pass just because he had died. There was justice in the world after all...that was something new to consider. Jimmy had never really given too much thought to heaven and hell and the whole song and dance but it seemed all rather important right about now and he sort of wished he had more then just a Saturday morning cartoon handle on it.
"You mustn't have had much time to think about what we talked about,"
He had actually and he had figured it had all been to fucking big and too fucking insane and he had wanted no part of it and then things had changed in a rather drastic fashion.
"Would you like me to go again so you can have some peace?"
Glancing down at Carl's dead body and then back to Lilith Jimmy quickly decided he didn't really feel like being left with the empty chested cadaver of Carl the dickhead to keep him company. Along with the fact that every other time he had tried for peace and quiet that night it had turned to shit. The clock on the wall read 6:52 and the sun would be up soon so there was really no fucking point any more.
"You can stay...if you want," Jimmy said reaching over the counter and grabbing a dish rag which he handed to Lilith who seemed to be making a mess of the front her dress. He felt slightly uncomfortable in regards to what Lilith had been brought into but to say she had handled things was a bit of an understatement.
Jimmy stared down at his shoes for several moments as he felt the fleeting effects of the LSD running through his system; it really had been a shitty batch. He had probably been lucky for that though as if he had been any higher he wouldn't have been able to remember her fucking name.
"Thanks for the help," Jimmy said still staring at the floor as he ran his tongue along the inside of his mouth grimacing slightly as he hit a loose tooth which must have been knocked when he had been slammed into the wall.
Jimmy shuddered slightly as he ran a shaky hand through his hair which was sticking up in every which direction. The events of the last few moments crashing down upon as he took a few staggered steps backwards and sat on the edge of the couch his complexion going slightly grey as he stared back at Carl..or well what used to be Carl.
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Post by Lilith on Mar 21, 2011 20:51:01 GMT -4
"You can stay...if you want,"
Lilith gave a slight nod, greatefully accepting the dishcloth and cleaning the blood off her hand. It didn't reallly bother her too much, there had been times when Lilith had been practically bathed in blood for long periods of time, but she decided she wanted to ease Jimmy into the lifestyle of hell. Not throw the whole thing at him on the first day.
"Thanks for the help,"
"Any time," she said, as if it was silly of him to bother thanking her. Though truthfully she hoped she wouldn't have to come to his rescue again. Not that she didn't mind killing scumbags, but she hardly thought it was good that he be in contact with any more.
She watched him stagger backwards and stare at the body lying on his living room floor. With a snap of her fingers, she sent the body to the hellhounds, they hadn't had a snack in a while after all.
"Better?"
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Post by Jimmy Renwick on Mar 22, 2011 1:12:12 GMT -4
Jimmy blinked owlishly at the blood stained carpet which moment ago had been the home to Carl's corpse. He glanced towards Lilith and then back to the empty space; that was by far the most effective way to get rid of a body.
"Better?"
"Yeah...thanks..." Jimmy whispered pulling his legs under him as he sat back on the couch. He could feel his body trembling slightly and he did his best to push it aside hoping that if he ignored it the tremors would go away on there own. He was terrified and at the same time not and he had no way to know how to feel about anything that had just happened.
Turning his eyes back to Lilith Jimmy decided to ask the one question which was bothering him above all others.
"Why do you care about what happens to me?"
This was new to Jimmy on more then one level and he figured he would have to start from the ground up in order to make sense of it all. From what Lilith had explained he was important apparently but the rage she had shown was a bit beyond that...unless of course that was how demons normally acted. In truth Jimmy had no idea.
"...do you usually tend to get that...physical?"
Jimmy stared down at the bandage which covered his hand and eyed the splotches of blood which were shadowing through the fabric already. He knew he probably needed to have that looked at among other things especially considering his ears were still ringing but trips to your friendly neighborhood doctors usually weren't in the budget.
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Post by Lilith on Mar 22, 2011 17:50:14 GMT -4
"Why do you care about what happens to me?"
Flexing her - now clean - fingers absently, Lilith thought for a moment on how best to answer. She couldn't simply say, 'because you're useful' though that was true. It wasn't the whole truth, and it was hardly going to win Jimmy over. There was the fact that - descendent of Lucifer or not - Jimmy was still just a child, and she could never just sit back and let a child be hurt.
"Because you need someone to care about you," she said finally. "Think of me as your fairy god mother. I'm just here to make everything better."
Except she wasn't a fairy... or particularly fond of god... or his mother... but that was beside the point. It was essentially the truth.
"...do you usually tend to get that...physical?"
"Not for a long time," Lilith admitted. "I haven't come across someone who deserved a death like that for a while. But when the occasion calls for it; yes, yes I do. Why? Was it too much?"
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Post by Jimmy Renwick on Mar 23, 2011 0:51:10 GMT -4
"Because you need someone to care about you. Think of me as your fairy god mother. I'm just here to make everything better."
Jimmy stared back at Lilith for several moments trying to process the odd comparison; it made sense though when he thought about it. He would have a killer demon as a guardian of some sort. It really wasn't a surprise. He was also going to argue the point that he didn't need someone to care about him. He had gotten through almost 16 years and he was still relatively in one piece...but there was still blood splattered on Lilith's dress...therefor Jimmy kept his silence.
"Not for a long time, I haven't come across someone who deserved a death like that for a while. But when the occasion calls for it; yes, yes I do. Why? Was it too much?"
"No it was fine," Jimmy conceded with a slight shrug of his shoulders as he stared at the dark blood stains in the carpet. He would need to figure out how to explain those to Audrey whenever she showed up from where-ever the fuck Carl had dumped her at. Jimmy was exhausted and felt his eyes lids fighting to close as the first few rays of sun snaked through the blinds in the living-room.
Forcing himself to his feet and wavering slightly as the world attempted to fall into place around him Jimmy grabbed a wet dish rag from the edge of the sink. The rag itself looked as if it had better days but it wasn't as if he would need to preserve it for anything. Kneeling next to the bloody stains in the carpet Jimmy robotically began to wipe at the blood in a futile attempt to clean it up. Had he been a bit less exhausted he would have realized his actions were futile but in his current possibly concussed state of mind what he was doing was working......sort of.
"I wasn't gonna fucking call you..." Jimmy explained his eyes still focused on the blood pool. Fucking LSD made him far too fucking chatty.
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Post by Lilith on Mar 28, 2011 19:29:27 GMT -4
Lilith watched with vague interest as Jimmy began to attempt to cleanup the blood on the floor. It seemed rather pointless, especially with the wet rag he was using. But she didn't stop him. Whatever made him feel better.
"I wasn't gonna fucking call you..."
Her eyes narrowed angrily at him. It would hardly be fair to ruin the lovely raport they had going by punishing him for bad manners. But, Lilith knew he was high on something, and had been through a rather traumatic experience so she decided to let it slide.
This time.
"I didn't think you would either," Lilith admitted. "At least not this soon. I had no idea things were that bad... I thought it would at least take until your sixteenth birthday. Trust me or not, any body would want to find out more about abilities like yours."
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Post by Jimmy Renwick on Apr 20, 2011 1:04:04 GMT -4
Jimmy glanced up at Lilith to find her eyes narrowed angrily at him.
Fucking swearing...she had a thing with that.
He was going to need to remember that if he intended not to completely piss off the blood splattered demon every five seconds. That act alone was going to be a tad bit interesting considering since the age of 5 Jimmy's vocabulary had pretty much relied on the word "fuck." Jimmy turned his eyes back down to the dark pool of blood that he was now rather successfully smearing all over the fucking carpet instead of cleaning it up with the wet rag as had originally been intended.
"Son of a bitch..." Jimmy whispered to himself staring down at his now blood covered hands and completely blood soaked rag.
"I didn't think you would either. At least not this soon. I had no idea things were that bad... I thought it would at least take until your sixteenth birthday. Trust me or not, any body would want to find out more about abilities like yours."
Brushing the back of his hand against his forehead to brush back several pieces of his hair which had gone haywire Jimmy sat back on his knees as he stared up at Lilith; a smear of blood smudged across his face was a direct contrast to his pale complexion and his currently too large green eyes. Dropping the rag to the floor so that it semi covered the blood stain Jimmy sat in silence for several moments. The ringing in his ears seemed to get louder but he hardly noticed as another fresh stream of blood snaked from his ear and down his neck.
A fucking demon thought his life was bad...that was fucked up.
"What can I do...or will I do?" Jimmy asked not having forgotten the show Lilith had just put on. He wasn't sure if shoving your hand through people's chest and ripping out their hearts came with the standard package or if it was more of an upgrade sort of thing.
"I'm still just me right?...I don't have to die or become a fuckin...um...friggin hell spawn...thing right?" Jimmy winced slightly...that sounded like a douche bag form of editing if he had ever heard one.
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Post by Lilith on Apr 20, 2011 23:15:12 GMT -4
"What can I do...or will I do?"
Having never met a descendant of the Lucifuge, Lilith wasn't entirely sure of the answer to that question. Not that she would tell him that or course. As an age old demon, she was had a certain image to uphold.
"If the stories are to be believed," she started. "With the proper trainging, you will be unstoppable. Well... mostly unstoppable. All the powers of Lucifer himself. You'd really have to ask him if you want a more specific answer."
She glared down at her fingernails as she picked blood out from under them. "At first though, it'll probably just be your standard coming and going, improved strength, yadda yadda yadda."
"I'm still just me right?...I don't have to die or become a fuckin...um...friggin hell spawn...thing right?"
"You'll maintain your human form," she assured him, ignoring his slip seeing as he had the decency to correct himself. "Since you are born with these abilities, there is no need to strip you of your humanity in order for you to achieve them."
She looked up at him and grinned. "All you have to do is make it to 16."
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Post by Jimmy Renwick on Apr 28, 2011 0:39:39 GMT -4
"With the proper training, you will be unstoppable. Well... mostly unstoppable. All the powers of Lucifer himself. You'd really have to ask him if you want a more specific answer."
If it was at all possible for Jimmy's already wide eyes to triple in size they did so at the mention of asking "Lucifer" anything. That was the thing really; all of his Jimmy had never prescribed to the idea of religion and the need for a God or a devil. Besides neither had ever done a damn thing for him and Jimmy wasn't keen on the idea that some cosmic pissing match was what impacted his life.
Now apparently it had taken out a much more direct approach.
"You'll maintain your human form. Since you are born with these abilities, there is no need to strip you of your humanity in order for you to achieve them."
Jimmy nodded shakily at the mentioning of stripping him of his humanity. Not that he really considered himself a saint of a person...regardless of what the drying blood on his bedroom wall spelled out but just the same it was nice to know he wasn't going to have what little soul he had torn from him. Glancing down at the blood which had jammed itself under his nails and across his hands Jimmy couldn't help but wonder what would happen to him should he die. The fact that there was now clearly a heaven and a hell threw a giant fucking monkey wrench into his "don't give a fuck attitude."
"All you have to do is make it to 16."
A strangled laugh fell fro Jimmy's lips at the thought. What for most would have been no problem Jimmy had learned to take one day at a fucking time since he could be dead before his head hit the pillow the next night.
"...And if I don't?"
Jimmy struggled to fight off the exhaustion and lack of adrenaline which was pulling at his body. The shitty LSD was wearing off and he was crashing hard his eyes dropping and snapping open every few seconds as he struggled to keep his eyes focused on Lilith.
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