Welcome to Gaia! ::

(( G'night!))

She arcs a brow and throws him over her shoulder



Ruler my a**. Im more of a demon then you'll ever be.

(( Damn... I have to go. See you tomorrow))

Neko sat up, rubbing her head where it had been hit when she had been thrown to the ground. Ruler? The guy's a fricken a**-hole is what he is. More like a spoiled brat.

She stood up and brushed the drit and gress off her dress precariously, trying very hard not to stain the smooth silk. She smiled cruely as she dropped her human disguise, showing snow-white hair and cat/fox ears in place of her human ones. Nine cat tails aslo appeared, swishing in anger and fury.

"Hey, Mephistophrles! Since when did you rule the demons of New York?" Neko asked as she seemed to pull knines from nowhere. "Last I check, Therion Berserk was our leader. I'm not sure he would like to know that you mean to upstage him."

((Can you come up with a nickname, Mephistophrles? Your name is really hard to spell.))

:: Marcus would slowly open his eyes and look to her briefly, he could feel the disturbances in the area, but he gave it no heed. Instead he simply shown her a kind smile and took her question into thought. ::

"We built this world... all of it. We built the sky the earth the trees the feelings and the path they follow each night. We built it all as one giant gift; even after they denied his rule and his word...we built this for them to prove our "love". Then when we wished to watch them... speak to them... touch them..."

:: He would pause slightly as he looked up at the sky, his smile fading as he did so. ::

"He denied us the right. So we waited and watched from afar like a scientist looking down upon a terrarium behind one way glass. Until we let another get our hopes up, let him mold our intelligence and our wits. We disserve what we have received... but this... "

:: He would look around slowly. ::

"This is a wrath far worse than one could ever imagine. Without our guidance and care the world has fallen apart and become tainted with sin and carnage. This world is a realm of monsters... not a place of life any longer."

:: He would then pause, another pulse of garbled thought jetted through his mind as he brought his hand up to his forehead. Though it was not painful the pure confusion almost seemed to make pain amusing as he tried to register his precious thoughts. ::

"But for now, let it be as it is... let it all fall apart."

:: He would then look at her and the smile would return. ::

"Perhaps a better subject would be in order for now, until my mind is less distorted."

Siren sat still, looking straight ahead across the park, she did not feel like hunting just now but didn’t really want to return home yet either so there she sat alone in the darkness.

* sniffs the air from one of his favorite building perches. He reaches out with his mind, and finds the one he wants. Sending out a subtle message, he smiles as the man's smell grows stronger.

In minutes, the man is on the rooftop with Barnabus. With a flick of the wrist, he draws his penknife. The man, in a sharp business suit, carrying a briefcase, walks towards him.

Barnabus smiles visciously. With a precise slash he makes a fine incision on the man's neck, and begins to feed. Pure joy and ecstasy pours through his veins, and he shudders. When the job is done, and the man is near death, he Heals the incision made by the knife and licks the spare blood.

Wiping just a few drops from his mouth with a starched white handkerchief, he lifts the man easily.

Barnabus releases the Manipulation so he can enjoy the man's screams. He throws him over the building's ledge with a grin.