Demons and their Uses IC (An Ethir/Erranruin Production)
A cool breeze filtered through the trees, rustling leaves and dislodging loose branches, throwing them to the floor in a lazy manner. The noise of this itself was enough to cover his tracks, and Deaken couldn't help but smirk a little. He hung loosely on a branch midway up a tall ash tree, peering through the breaks in the tree's arms and keeping an eye on his prey. Huddled in a clearing next to Prime, were a group of boisterous teenagers, laughing and shouting at each other as if they were a mile apart. Prime hummed gently, and the group merely thought she was meant to sound like that, but Deaken knew otherwise. Prime should be silent, for the connection with her other side, Nosk'ova, had been cut millenia ago and silence had also fallen in the forest. But now she was humming, a sign of her annoyance at these intruders. Demonic wards were spread around her to keep the Evilkind out....but it had little effect on teenagers. So here he was, taking it upon himself to settle her and bring silence back to the forest. There was a reason the cityfolk had dubbed these woods the Forest of the Damned, and these boys were soon going to find out exactly what that reason was.
A rustle in the bushes beside them startled the group. There were about six of them in all, 2 span round to face the noise and stood up in defense, another retreated back slightly, 2 others hugged each other closely and Deaken suspected they may be a couple...or extremely scared, and the last stepped cautiously toward the source of the sound. A black shape jumped out and the approaching boy screamed and tripped, his arms flailing, while the other boys laughed at his dampened form on the wet forest floor. The noise was caused by a mere squirrel foraging for nuts, and the group saw fit to terrorise their fallen friend for his troubles. Deaken decided to seize the moment and dropped from the tree, almost silently, the crackling of leaves underfoot the only source of noise, and even that was slight. The boys didn't notice, and so Deaken drew a sword from a sheath on his belt, and their heads turned to face him, for the withdrawal of his weapon resonated around the clearing. "You know," he called out to them, "For a boy, you have an awfully high pitched scream. I'd suggest getting that checked out but, I doubt you'll live long enough to process what I said" He smirked and launched his sword, charging forward as it whizzed through the air and lodged itself in the forehead of one of the hugging boys. His partner yelped and pushed him away, grabbing the sword and yanking it out, raising it to face Deaken as he charged towards them. The boy raised the weapon ready to strike, but something knocked him flying into a nearby tree and the sword dropped to the floor. Deaken's companion roared as he picked up the boy who tripped and tore through his neck as if it were paper, and howled as he brought the wound to his mouth and started to drink gulp after gulp of the oozing blood. The three remaining stood watching on in shock, one turned to run but was knocked down by a knife thrown by Deaken, and another fell as he reached the group, and tackled one to the ground. He straddled the boy and wrapped his hands around his neck, squeezing the life from him as if he were a puppy playing with a chew toy, while his companion finished the final one off by simply snapping his neck. Deaken sighed as the last breath escaped the asphyxiating boy and stood up, retrieving his weapon and sheathing it. He caressed the bloodied bald head of his companion and muttered an order to feed in his ear.
Lightly stepping over the first corpse he had made, he approached Prime, her humming now ever much louder than ever it was when she allowed the passage of Demonspawn. His feet made little noise as he approached her, and he smiled as he stepped through the so called powerful Demonic wards set up by the Wizards of Old. She settled slightly as he approached, but her humming still continued. "Hush now my dear. They are gone. I have rid you of these peasants so you may settle once more. All is well, hush now," he whispered to her quietly, wishing to reach out and caress her had she a form he could touch. Instead, the swirling black mass of darkness quietened to her silent state, and the forest felt empty once more. This clearing is so tainted not even the birds may sing here. Silence...just the way I like the world. His own thoughts made him chuckle as always they did, and he knelt on the ground, his hands falling lightly on his knees as he settled. Were Prime a God, this would be the position to which he fell to worship her, but for now, he stayed like this and began uttering an enchantment, in the hope that a string of words may restore a little of her once magnificent power.