Ilisis the Mad One's Story

Cerbin and the Mad One

On one of the crossless rooftops of the academy, one woman, or girl (as she currently was), happened to be slow dancing with herself. Breaking gravity by fulfilling the parts in which she'd definitely need a partner for, unless she was just that flexible and centered, she twirled again and again, singing to herself in a tune that wasn't like any other. Music only to her ears.

"Indigo can see no evil. Never has to see the devil. Malice can speak no evil. Words are hidden from the devil. Cerbin can hear no evil. Though, he listens to the devil. All of them are for the devil even though they should be against the devil. . . Hmmm. Indigo can see no good. Never has to look at fools. Malice can speak no good. Better that he stays a tool. Cerbin can hear no good. Oh my son, what a clumsy fool. . . Grr. No matter how it is, Cerbin always ruins the song. What an abomination. Oh how I wish you could hear me from down there boy. Though, I guess if you could, you wouldn't be such an abomination, would you? All of them will guard the devil, even if they're small in level. So tell me my son. Why are you here? I'll find out and then we can have a fun family game. Just the two of us. No dogs. No devils. Just mommy and her little monster."

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Malice looked around, which was unusual for the dog demon who would usually stare at his target or at Cerbin for directions. However, since his summoner had no vision on him and instead was looking at his watch, Malice stayed in his position, head moving only. Cerbin looked at his watch, which was of course digital since he didn't have a concept of dialed time. Blowing a bubble, he waited for the the the minute to roll over before whispering. "Immobilize."

It was a code the dog demon was all familiar with hearing. The target in front of him was currently standing. By immobilize, Malice knew that Cerbin wanted to keep the target alive, most likely for questioning and all he had to do was make it so that it was glued to the ground. It wasn't as easy as it seemed. Cerbin didn't call for the action much, mostly on occasion where he was away from the target or had trouble keeping up with the target. No doubt do to his human body. For a second Malice looked around to see if he could hear the wind say his name, but afterwards rushed towards the boy at break neck speed. When it came to mobilization and speed, Malice was about double the fastest dogs speed and didn't need to rest unless wounded. He had suspected the mortal boy in front of him wouldn't even last a minute against him. Was that why he was told to imobilize instead of devour? It didn't matter. The throat was off limits. That, and also certain meaty parts of the flesh. In fact, with his razor sharp teeth, unless he wanted the boy to die from severe blood loss he would only be able to attack the thiegh area and the upper arm area. It was then that he also remembered humans only needing one kidney. Yes. If he was going to do this, he was going to do this his way. He would be sure to make Cerbin regret pitting him up against a human child.

Malice lunged towards the boy a few times, not trying to harm him, but instead see how fast he could react. The boys reactions were good by his standards, but when he looked back to his brother, he wondered what exactly he wanted from the kid. It was a test right? So why wasn't Cerbin looking at the boy. No matter, if Cerbin didn't want to look then Malice would make him regret that too. His next attack went for the boys leg, but malice had to jump back on the boys reaction. It wasn't as if it was a certain thing, but Malice had to make sure the boys blade didn't touch him. If the boy had an upper hand it would be the sword he was carrying. That's right the sword. If Malice could take away the use of the boys arms then he wouldn't be able to use his blade. It looked like an obscure hop, the way he began to move, but soon it became a pounce and then a sprint. In a zig zag motion, packed with as much speed as the demon hound could muster he aimed for either the left shoulder of the boy or the right one. Whichever side the boy decided to guard against his zigs, he would zag and go for his other one. Then of course he would make it easier on him. Of course, if he succeeded in shutting on arm down, he wouldn't hesitant not to go for the other. Then he could focus on the legs and after that he'd nibble until told not to. How he hoped Cerbin would then reward him with the boys life.

Zig...Zag... Arrrruuugghhh!!!!!

Meanwhile Cerbin ignored the noises that the dog and kid were making, only waiting for the smell of blood to step in. That or the time to run out. Didn't matter much to him. It wasn't long until he did smell blood, though he didn't care to investigate it since it came a ways away from him and his test.