&I told you not to make a sound. The screams rang through the castle, but Eris' voice filled the mind of the woman that dangled from the wooden boards.
Have you ever heard of a puppet that speaks? A slight narrowing of her eyes, and another scream ripped through the woman's throat, sounding as if she was choking on something, something that was not there. A mental surge was sent through the air, pressing into the minds of all those that roamed the castle. Defy her, and face the consequences. All, of course, feared the mental message that was forcibly pressed on their minds, cowering with fear- or however much they could. Blake only smiled as he heard his sister vent through her mind, even laughing a bit as more screams joined the one woman's screaming voice, resuming the symphony that always played in their abode.
"My, my, young sister." Blake said with a silky voice, fluttering his eyelids a bit at a man who crouched in a corner, large gashes on his chest, naked but for a piece of cloth that barely covered his crotch area.
"It would seem to be that you are having much too nice of a time here, are you not?" He laughed, intentionally brushing her soft cheek with his fingers, knowing that she would be irritated by the touch.
A small touch. One that was given by the familiar hand was enough to light the small spark of irritation that was beginning to fester in the young girl's chest.
Blake! She absolutely abhorred being touched, and his movement forced her eyes to narrow, a push at the mental barriers of her brother and the scream was forced into his mind. Even if he was her brother, she did not tolerate anyone touching her. A blink of her eyes, and her large, blood red eyes refocused, tilting her head as a curious smirk formed in the corner of her lips.
"Oops, did I harm you, brother?" Her voice was returned to that sickly sweet tone. Blake snorted, the intrusion into his mind but irritating him slightly- but that did not mean that his anger would lay low. The flames of the candles on the candelebra that hung right above their heads flared, burning the ceiling of the room, filling the room with a sickly smell of chemicals and burnt substances.
"Absolutely not, dearest Eris." He leaned on his other foot, the heels glinting a deadly red in the bright flare of the flames, as he looked around at his sister's masterpieces once more. They were much unlike his- Blake never did leave his humans for display.
Use and throw away. He thought, making an unamused glance at the bodies that were nailed to the wall.
At least they are artistic, Eris. He would give her that much.
Walking over to the man Blake had seen earlier, he rubbed his fingers over the man's head, as if petting a puppy.
"What plans do we have today, Eris?" He asked as the fires sowly dimmed. Blake's hand was now lightly scratching the man's scalp, his sharp nails teasing the man's skin lightly, matching the small smile on his face. However, an annoyed glance was forming inside the gleam of Eris' eyes against the flames of the candle, raising her eyebrow against her brother's teasing motions toward the man in the corner.
"Showing him much attention, I see." Her voice touched on a tone of jealousy and her expression formed into a pout. Unlike her brother, she preferred direct pain next to teasing, her mind itching to push past the barriers of the man's consciousness and deliver to him what her brother would not. However, snapping out of it, she shook her head, turning her gaze away from the two.
"Won't you get me more toys, brother dearest?" A smile formed on her lips at the words,
"I kept on accidentally killing them all. It's no fun when they die."The man was shivering under Blake's soft motions, knowing that the brother was as ruthless as the sister.
"Well, I must apologize, Eris; I killed the last of mine yesterday due to...over-exercise." He smiled, as his hands slowly started to apply more pressure to the man's head, his nails like claws as they dragged over the man's scalp.
"I am sure you do not wish to know what was happening...but, I believe I sent many mental images already?" Blake laughed, his face twisted into a dark smirk as he looked at his sister, his eyes emotionless.
Did the images disgust you, sister? I sent them specifically for everyone in this building. He grinned as he let his hand drop to his side. Slowly, he sat down on the man's lap, and then entwined his long legs together, allowing the red heels to click against one another. Slithering a hand up, he allowed one of his nails drag along the man's cheek, revealing that his nails were also painted a blood-red.
"Mm...I am glad you did not kill this one, Eris. He does fit my..." Blake licked his red lips as he turned his head to look at the shivering man, hunger etched across his face,
"...taste." He placed a peck on the man's cheek, leaving a perfect red kissmark where he had placed the kiss.
Perhaps her brother did not notice the trembling in the young girl's figure, nor the narrowing of her eyes as the scene unfolded before her. The images of the day before mingling with the current scene, sending waves of disgust and... Jealousy?
Rest assured, Blake. I did see. Her thoughts lost that tinge of humor and amusement, her eyes traveling down toward the red heels that did not seem to have existed yesterday. A clench of her teeth when Blake licked his lips, and a teasing smile formed on her face.
"He's mine. Brother." And with that, her mind surged forward with a force, enough to send an agonized scream, ripped from the man's throat, into the air.
More. She knew exactly what she was doing, for this was no longer going to be an unintentional kill. The man's eyes rolled backwards, the whites of his eyes matching the utter white terror that seemed to wreck his body. The force of the scream matched her rising anger. However, with each scream, the young girl took one step back from her brother. It all ended with one last scream, the man immediately grabbing the piece of glass that lied beside him before a flash of red was seen. Blood dripped down the man's chest, the gaping hole formed by his own hand. Another stab, then another. An amused grin was reflected in Eris' eyes as she watched the man conduct his own destruction.
Oops. And with that, her chilling laughter was heard as the quick footsteps rang down the stairs.
Seth rolled his eyes; his hands had already roved downwards towards the man's crotch, intent on having his own fun- but Eris had ruined it within a second. He sighed and took the glass shard out of the man's chest, observing it in the flaring lights before looking back at the man's terrified gaze.
"Oh, poor baby..." Blake muttered, guiding the bloody glass shard across the man's forehead before stabbing it in. A wide grin crossed Blake's face as he started to move his body up and down, pleasure gliding up his body. Taking the glass shard out again, Blake made another parallel gash on the man's head, his hips still working incessantly, allowing blood to once again splash out, this time soiling Blake's white shirt.
"Mm..." He unconsciously smacked his lips as he leaned in and licked the blood off of the man's forehead, ignoring the fact that Eris had long since left the room.
I'll... Blake started to pant, his eyes gleaming with delight.
I'll be there in a second, dearest baby Eris... The glass shard went into the dead man's forehead two more times, leaving a bloodied square in the center of his head. With his fingers, Blake pulled the skin and bone off, slowly munching at it, allowing the man's severed pieces of brain to slowly tumble out, falling onto Blake's exposed
censored, suddenly causing rivets of pleasure to ride up his back and into his center. He closed his eyes, allowing the feeling to ride over, before taking another bite of his little snack.
"Poo." He said, looking down at his pants and shirt.
"My clothes are ruined." Quickly, the sound of sharp heels followed after the lighter footsteps in the hallways, allowing with a low, deep chuckle.
Blake. The flashes of her brother's name was sent toward the room, her hands wrapped around her head as the mental thoughts and images her brother held at the moment pushed into her mind, despite her willingness to receive them.
Blake! Her red eyes flashed a new tinge, one that held more anger than their usual sadistic amusement. The mental scream was sent to her brother's mind, as if warning him that the boundary was not to be crossed. However, just like Blake always does, the boundary was crossed by far. Blake ignored his sister's screams as he took his time following her, his heels clicking on the cold stone floor.
"BLAKE!" This time her shrieking voice echoed through the castle. It wasn't often that one heard Eris scream, but nearly every time, it was Blake's fault. The scream was followed by a mental pulse that spread through every corner of the castle, as if searching for its target, but also targetted everything in its way. Her eyes did not waver even the slightest as the mental pulse was directed toward her brother.
As if batting off a fly, Blake waved his hands as an irritated look crossed his face. Though the mental pulse did not bother him
much, it still put the demon on edge.
Stop, Eris Barakel! He sent back, his eyes narrowing. Blake knew that Eris would pick up his message- she was the child prodigy in terms of telepathy, after all.
"You should develop some patience, baby sister." He said, coming to a stop right behind Eris. Crossing his arms, Blake smiled again as he leaned against the bloodied wall, right on a demon woman he had pinned there a week before as fun. Now, he licked the perspiration on her body off with his tongue, slightly ignoring his sister once more- as usual. However, Eris' eyes reflected no humor in the situation. Her brother's commanding voice made the young girl flinch at its force, but she nonetheless stood against his anger.
Don't make me kill her, Blake. The glint in her eyes showed that the small girl was not joking, and a step was taken forward despite the scene that sickened her to no end before her. A slight push at the mental barriers of the woman, and Eris gave her brother the usual smile of innocent she often used, as if whatever that was about to happen was going to be accidental. A slight squirm was seen from the woman, but the girl did not pause.
Blake turned quickly, glaring at the younger girl as his hand whipped out and harshly slapped against Eris's cheek.
"Stop." He commanded, his voice cold and silent as he towered over Eris, the flickering lights of the candles lining the hallway dimming. The young girl's head snapped sideways and the sudden surge of force was cut off from its source. Silence accompanied Blake's words and Eris did not turn her head back. But as quick as Blake had acted, a smile suddenly formed on his face as he pulled Eris into a close hug, his eyes wide with mad laughter which shook throughout the whole building.
"Oh, Eris! How I do so love you!" His words were returned with a glance from the blood-red eyes of Eris, whose glances of anger suddenly died down and renewed with ones of hope. Truly, the young girl simply wanted his attention. Blake let her go and then pulled off his shoes, taking one in each hand. Walking over to the female demon, Blake shook his head slowly, an apologetic look on his face.
"I must apologize, dearest. I had fun planned for you- but your Mistress would not allow it. So, adieu to you!" The impaled demon opened her mouth in fear- but it was too late. Each heel punctured her straight through the eyes, causing her screams to fill the halls once more.
"Ah! I knew you were a talented one- just like those whom are so enchanted with our beloved sister!" His smile twisted into a frustrated look as he started to punch the woman repeatedly, each hit accompanied with a grunt and the sound of bones breaking.
"Our- fucking- human- sister!" Blake did not even perceive the moment the female demon died, but stopped when he had managed to control his anger, his fists twitching as did. Pulling the stilletoes out of the female demon's eye sockets, Blake put them on once more and walked towards Eris.
"Well, I believe I just finished our last playtoy, Eris. It seems like it is time to find more." A roll of her eyes, and Eris raised her head, her hand on her cheek as the burning sensation faded away. However, despite her silence, she was not yet ready to forgive her brother for his actions.
He chose her over me. The anger she had built up toward the woman was overwhelming, but the smile in her expression showed no hints of it.
"Of course, dearest brother," She had the perfect idea in mind, and a few quick steps forward allowed her to jump up, her arms wrapping around her brother's neck as she pulled herself upwards onto his back, her hand touching his neck.
I have the perfect target in mind. The images she sent toward him were strange, filled with the smiling images of their human sister. Eris no longer held love for her sister, nor even attachment. However, her brother still seemed to, given his obvious anger. The images flew by faster, the pure looks of her sister were forced into Blake's mind, one after another, not even giving him a moment to take a breath.
How about it, Blake?Blake snarled as the images filled his mind, his eyes glazing over with anger- and something else that was almost immediately smothered.
You want...that piece of filth? He asked, wrapping his arms around Eris's tiny frame. A curious glance was given to the momentary change in Blake's mind, but before she could recognize what it was, it has already faded away. However, the curiosity was quickly replaced by a tiny smirk, her eyes shining with playfulness.
Wouldn't you? Her little taunt did not seem to have much effect, but her hand left his neck, giving him a satisfied smile. Blake shrugged, shifting his younger sister around in his hands now that he supported her full weight.
If you wish. We could go and find her other companions as extras as well. You know I never take one human only every night. The twisted smirk once again appeared on Blake's face.
"Well, then. I believe you must contact our pets- I believe they are following our sister."The red glint in her eyes flashed under the candlelight.
Oh how lovely. A sadistic smile formed at her brother's suggestion, and Eris gave him a playful grin.
Of course, brother dearest. It never hurt to have more playtoys. This time, a mental pulse was sent, but one that was much stronger than the rest. It pulsed through the castle, into its bloody gardens, and out toward the land beyond. Whoever was within the proximity she determined would be able to hear it.
Sister dearest. I know you're out there. Beware. We're coming for your little friends as well.