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: biggrin eity is up in his room, as usual, sleeping all the way up into the night. He doesn't need much sleep to stay up for a while, so a lot of sleep will simply keep him up for an amount of time that would resemble what most insomniacs go through. It's normal for him, so because of that, it really doesn't matter how long he sleeps, or when he sleeps, for that matter.

On this night, however, he is not sleeping as soundly as most would like to. He very rarely has a dreamless or even a pleasant nights sleep - memories come back to haunt him often. He has had bad dreams ever since he can remember coming to Earth, but more recently it has been different.

He is being repeatedly blasted with severe nightmares that retell old memories of his distant past - memories he would much rather forget. They are so real that he feels as though he is reliving them completely, only to awaken, his only comfort being that he isn't reliving, but remembering. Perhaps it is a bad omen.

His head shakes gently from side to side, occasionally jerking quickly to one side as soft sighs escape between deep breaths. He's wearing only his boxers, a thin coat of sweat layering his skin under the sheets of his bed, which are being kicked around slightly by his legs. Something is keeping him asleep, though...::

((Well... it went real dead...))

::A small, quiet house, with sturdy stone walls. There is no electricity apparent, only a few candles and an overhead torch chandelier to illuminate the room. It hangs over a simple wooden table, obviously very old and worn in appearance. The ceiling is made up of several rustic wooden planks hammered into place, holding up a seemingly weak roof. There is a small family of three - a mother, father, and a teenage daughter - eating at the candlelit dinner table. They each have a wary look on their faces, the sounds of struggles and battles from outside somewhat disturbing. Surely, if they keep to themselves, nothing will go wrong.

The discomforting noise from outside suddenly gets louder, piercing into the calm silence of the quiet household as the roof caves in, like a boulder has landed atop the tiny one-room house. Splinters of wood and dust particles abound, it is revealed to be a person who has done this, having crashed through the rooftop feet-first. The small family has dived out of the way, the mother holding the frightened daughter in her arms and sitting against a wall while the father has already stood up, facing the strange boy.

Two thick leather boots slam into the ground, the likewise leathery legs wearing them bending slightly at the knees under the speed it took to drive this being through the roof. He stands back to his full height of no more than five feet and two inches tall, at the most. He could probably be mistaken for shorter, however. His feet are roughly a yard apart, decreasing his height by a good deal. His hair is very long, spiked upwards and blood red in color. He is literally covered in blood, everything - from his skin, face, to his clothes - is soaked.

A long wolf-like tail hangs limp behind him, his head bowed low to his chest as his arms hang lifelessly in fornt of his thighs. A thick black headband obscurs his eyes, which actually seem to be closed anyway. His has long black claws and pointed ears. Clearly not human.

The old man looks to be in his late forties, with greying black hair and a long grey beard. His clothes are made from a brown, coarse material, and appear very old. Trademark of a poor family. The wife - around the same age - and child have similarly tailored clothing, the mother wearing an apron and slippers, while the adolescent girl wears a knee-length skirt and boots. they both have button-up shirts on. The father swallows loudly in his throat, eyeing the dangling chandelier, threatening to fall to the wooden floorboards and start a fire.::

E-excuse me? Oi...are you part of the r-raid?

::He has a deep accent, such as that of an Englishman. Upon getting no answer from the housewrecker, the man sighs and steps closer, looking down at the strange boy, obviously a demon of some sort. It is likely he is part of the raid that he believes is taking over the village. With Tonep in power over Orion, this is a common thing. However, this being is like none he has ever seen.::

Oi!!

::The wife and daughter suddenly shout upon seeing the creature move. His right hand, fingers sharply clawed, is suddenly lifted and twisted around the back of the father's head, his fingernails digging in and evoking a cry of pain from the man. The demon finally lifts his head, opening his eyes, which are an eerie black, his pupils red. His lips part in a malicious and broad smile, his long fangs visible. His jaws open, and he yanks the man closer. He sinks his sharp teeth into his neck, biting down hard and tearing away a disturbing amount of flesh from the human's neck by jerking his head back.

Blood drips from the demon's mouth as torn skin and muscle hangs from his still-smiling teeth. The old man collapses as the devil tosses him harshly to the floor, blood gushing from his thrashed neck. The wife immediately releases her daughter and crawls over to her husband, kneeling at his side. Unable to speak, he lifts his shaking hand, gesturing towards the door hastily in an attempt to save his family. She sobs heavily at his side as he soon dies from blood loss, staring blankly to the now-revealed sky, lit up orange from smoke and fires nearby.

The daughter sits in the corner, holding her knees closely and crying as the woman stands up cautiously, tears in her eyes, backing away from the boy. Her apron is soaked in blood now.::

I...i-it's.....it's the d-devil! A...red-headed devil!! Run, Irina...!!

::Grabbing her daughter's right wrist, the lady starts to run towards the door, the chandelier falling into her path and setting the floor aflame. This whole time, the devil boy was heartedly chewing on the meat in his mouth, as though savoring it while they attempted to scramble away. It's gone now, and he lets his mouth hang ajar, letting out a content sigh, glancing over and closing his eyes. He grins widely to the mother and daughter, as they attempt to run past him to the door, their other path now blocked.

He nonchalantly steps forward and grabs the young girl's left wrist with his left hand, standing still and letting his arm be pulled loosely in their direction before they come to an abrupt stop. They may as well have been trying to pull a mountain along, as the moment his left arm was taut, the girl could go no further, and the lady lost her grip and tripped.::

No!! Irina...you let her go, devil!!!

::The red-headed boy tilts his head back, boredly watching the smoke-filled sky as the woman stands and tugs hopelessly on her daughter's captured arm, who is leaning far away from the boy in an attempt to free herself of his grip. He remains unmoved, before he gives a single and quick jerk, pulling and spinning the fair girl into his arms, her back against his chest. This likewise makes the woman fall over and into the wall directly in front of the demon, who is tightly holding her duaghter's left arm with one hand, his other roaming across her collarbones and chest.

Her legs seem to have gone somewhat lax, her knees bent and keeping her height only just above the demon's. His head is leaned in over her left shoulder as his claws start popping off buttons of her vest. His bloody lips part, the tip of his tongue brushing across the side of her neck as she yelps in disgust and fright, her mother crying and helpless to do anything, it seems.::

Pretty...pretty....what a pretty lass....hungry...
P-please...please.....wh-what have you against us....she has done nothing t-to you...
....but I like it that way...

::He smiles for just a moment, a hint of sentiment in his expression as his fangs are hidden by his reddened lips. Releasing her arm, his left arm gently curls around her abdomen, holding her up. His right hand lifts now from her chest to her crown, his fingers stroking her scalp and brushing through her rich auburn strands. He smirks evilly again to show his true intentions as he now focuses on the girl's neck, his mouth opening as though to bite into her.

Just as the mother steps forward to try and intervene, the devil looks at her with widened eyes, lifting her daughter from the floor and stepping forward hastily. She immediately backs into the wall as he yanks the girl to his side and out of the way, his left arm wrapped forcefully around her waist. His right hand finds the mother's neck, grasping it tightly and lifting her easily from the floor, still against the wall.

The daughter screams at the sight of her mother's legs kicking, arms pounding against the demon's with the effectiveness of dead leaves falling to the ground. She is clearly losing oxygen fast, the fire behind them engulfing the room as he squeezes tighter and tighter. The unsettling sound of human bone bending beyond its limit of pressure can just barely be heard.::

Die...die, die....die already...

::The red-haired demon glances to his left at the girl, who meets his gaze with a chilled fright in her eyes. His black eyes close as he gives her a silent and disturbing grin, his hand closing as the mother's head is literally squeezed off, blood spurting from the gaping wound as she falls dead to the floor. Her head follows just after with a hollow thump. A shriek of horror echoes off of the burning walls as the devil licks the bloody remains of the woman off of his fingers.

Frantically tugging at the monster's arm, the girl cries out repeatedly, looking back at the doorway, which has been burned to the ground, showing the chaos outside. People are running about, ignoring her cries. The wolf demon lowers his blood-covered right hand, grasping the collar of her shirt and tearing the fabric away, leaving her torso uncovered. She cries shrilly and lifts her arms to cover her now bare skin, tears in her eyes as she pushes against the floorboards below in an attempt to back out of his grasp.

The monstrous devil gives her figure a quiet and longing look, before focusing on her eyes, his teeth gritting together in a cruel smile. His right hand lifting and grasping the bottom of her lower jaw, he forces her head backward and falls forward into a kneeling position, leaning in to bite into her chest with his sharp fangs. Roaring flames obscur the devil's grisly action, a strong gust passing by to cause the house to be embraced by the powerful fire.

A few brief moments later, the remains of the burning house, only the stones left, is blown outward by a massive epxlosion, as if winds of over several hundreds of miles an hour escape from within the building. Any poor souls nearby are hurled backward from the force and by debris. What is left, aside from a few stray patches of fire, is the devil-boy, standing in his original lazy stance, his ams hanging limp at his sides as smoke and dust rises into the choking night air around him.

More blood drips from his face now, his clothes and body somehow not on fire. He tilts his head back, an insane grin on his face as he rocks his head from side to side once every two seconds, like a pendulum. The villagers around him that are still surviving stand and scurry away in fright, and he begins giggling uncontrollably at the sight.::

So much fun...so much.....more, but I'm still so hungry...

: biggrin eity suddenly sits up in a startled hurry, jolted from his sleep. The sheet of sweat acting as a second skin across his entire body has gotten thicker, his breath gone for the moment. His eyes are wide with fright as drops of sweat fall past his brows, and he clutches the sheets of his mattress. His breath seems to have left him for the moment, his whole body in a sort of stunned shock for a few seconds.

His heartbeat is so powerful as to shake the mattress, and he closes his pale red eyes, resting his elbows against his raised knees and burying his face in his hands. His head is tilted down as he starts bretahing again, fast-paced and heavily. Unfortunately for Deity, he cannot rest easy with the knowledge that it was only a dream. Only recently have his nightmarish memories been as vivid as they were when he first commited those ghastly crimes.

It is then that his eyes flutter open, and he realizes that he isn't alone. He jumps with a start again upon realizing Satomi is seated right beside him, his body leaned away and into his right arm for a moment, before he realizes how nervous he is. His eyes close again as he calms himself. She is as far from a threat as there can possibly be. He is more scared of a feather than he is of her. He opens his eyes once more to speak.::

.....S-satomi...

::His voice is soft and eerily quiet, even more so than usual. His tone is shakey and nervous, unsure of what to say. He blinks a few times after taking in a deep breath, sitting up straight again and wiping his right forearm across his face.::

...wh.....what is it? Y-you okay....?

Suddenly Deity botled up right, starling Satomi from her thoughts suddenly. She watched him, emerald orbs gorwing dark with worry. Whatever the dream was, it was not at all a good one. The tossing and turning was evidence enough, but they paniced breathing of his was giving it away. The nightmare was terrible, probably beyond what she could ever imagine. Though, it seemed no one would want to.

It took him a short while to notice her. After he did, he spoke, which caused her brow to crease more in worry. The hollowness of his voice frightened her. Leaning forward and twisting her upper body around, Satomi supported her weight on her hands. Lifting her hips fromt he bed, she twisted so her entire body faced Deity. Knees coming up on the bed, she crawled over to him in silence. Pushing down on his legs lightly, she crawed into his lap a moment later.

Turning her body again, she settled herself across him. Legs hanging off to his right, the left side of her body pressed agianst his chest. Arms raising, they wrapped tightly around his neck, face pressing against the left side of his neck just below the chin. Still, she said nothing, just holding him for the moment. Haivn gher own experiences with such things, she knew there was nothing better then getting hugged out of the everything. Short of taking everything away, but that was impossible for her to do.

((Evening Guys, how is everyone? Long time no see.))

::The elevator went up to floor nine slowly. As the elevator stopped and opened it's doors Unks stepped inside and rode it down to the main Level of Club Orion. The elevator landed a few seconds later and the doors opened with a soft hiss letting the patrons of the club know of his arrival.

Unks walked into the club and looked around the room and saw no one was present time. He made his way past the stage and to the bar. He walked behind the bar and got himself a water from the mini fridge. He went to the side of the bar that had the stools and sat down. He opened his water and began to drink for it softly::

"Man this place is empty once again. I wonder where everyone has been lately?"