Opening her eyes, the young female found herself in a dimly lit room, chained to a dungeon wall by her waist, wrists, and ankles. Being snatched from her bed in the middle of the night, right out from under her family's noses.. It was like her worst nightmare come true. She'd been hit over the back of the head and dragged all the way down to who knew where. Maybe it was the sewers underneath Barton.. The soft thumping sounds of bare feet padding on the stone floor came from the other side of the door. Shaking her head to clear it, the young woman squinted at the tall masculine figure that walked inside. In one hand, he held a small heart-shaped object, in the other a shot glass, currently half full.
''Ah, so you're finally awake, then cher? Took you long enough. Why humans sleep so long astounds me..'' Walking over to stand in front of his newest victim, he squats down to her level and looks into her eyes. The man wasn't wearing much, just a black nightshirt and boxers, yet both stained with the unmistakable crimson of blood. He leans forward, slightly messy blond locks falling straight to the middle of his back, snow white fringe framing a handsome face and reaching just to touch his perfect lips. He was drop dead gorgeous, like you would expect a bishounen to be. There was no other word for it. The perfectly defined features, amethyst colored eyes with slitted pupils like a cat's, with just the right amount of muscle. His abs weren't exactly a sculpted six pack most women were fond of, but there was definitely some definition to his body. He was perfection in its purest form. Placing both hands, one flesh one metal, on either side of the young woman's shackles, he continued to stare. A smirk played about the corners of his lips.
''It's your lucky day darling, for you are about to perish. I have chosen you as my next victim. Don't bother trying to escape. I've given you a muscle relaxant so you won't struggle and chafe your beautiful skin. Your life is coming to an end, however I will make sure it is slow and painful for you.~''
Impossible. It couldn't be! But the blond was right.. she couldn't move her muscles, or even lift a finger. The pink-haired young female was cornered, and there was nothing for it. Maybe he would let her off easy with a few slashes and dump her somewhere.. The blond man gently brushed a lock of blush-colored hair away from the girl's face, fastening the heart-shaped pin securely into her hair, his smirk now fading into a languorous, laid-back expression, and placing a light kiss upon her forehead. Her cheeks grew suddenly pale, as if sick, yet she could also feel a blush creep into her cheeks at how close he was. Was she really about to be killed? Was her life going to end so soon..? Reaching into his shirt pocket, the killer brought out an intricately wrought ebony
knife. A devilishly handsome smile played about his lips as he looked down upon his latest victim.
''Well, what should I start with first? Your fingers..? Or perhaps somewhere more.. sensitive?'' His voice was a soft velvety purr, barely above a whisper, with a soft growl towards the end. It was a soothing, velvety sound like none she'd ever heard before. In any other circumstances, it would have been a treat just to be graced with it.
Before she could even blink, the knife came down swiftly on her hand. The pain was agonizing. Drawing the blade out slowly and smoothly made it even worse. This man knew exactly what he was doing. He did the same to her other hand as well, working his way slowly downward, then up. It seemed just hearing her screams only seemed to entice him further. Grinning from ear to ear now, a maddening look in the depths of his eyes, he went to work slicing, dicing, carving.. such a beautiful sight, all that blood, and the screams of pain? His utter delight.
''You know love, it's much more fun if you scream louder..~''
Being covered in the female's blood didn't seem to bother him in the least, even though it was pooling around both of their feet now. Licking some of it from his fingers, he sighed. Such a wonderful feeling and an even better taste.~
She was covered in lacerations from head to toe.. not enough to kill, but enough to make her wish he would just end it already. Seeming to read his victim's mind, the man shrugged nonchalantly, bringing down the knife one last time on her shoulder before wiping it clean.
''You're not as much fun as I first thought.. Most of my victims beg for me to kill them. But not you... how strange. Well, it's time to say farewell, my dear. I'm sure I'll see you on the other side soon enough..~ Oh, and by the way..'' and here he paused, eyes tinged crimson with bloodlust, a dangerous glint in their unreadable depths.
''My name is Lucifer, Lucy's male form. Tell the devil I said hello.~''
Before the young woman could ask him what he meant by that, a wicked grin spread across Lucifer's face as he brought the knife down one last time. That's when everything went black..
Licking the blade clean, Lucifer stowed the knife once more in the pocket of his shirt and stood, leaving his victim to slowly fade away, the once black heart-shaped pin still nestled in her pink locks now stained with the crimson droplets of her blood. Just another victim of the monster hiding in the shadows...
-- The Berserker Alchemist, Lucifer
