Deadworld: Ruins of white house. Oval room.
Kain sat, staring at his creation. Incomplete, the sculpture like being was still earily lifelike. The entire room hummed with the energy that the vile crystal siphoned off its latest victims. Kains eye were dull, almost as if the man had turned into a husk. Only when another person entered the chambers did they start to shine with that malignant, horrid gleam of his. With his head rising slowly, almost as if the motion took exessive effort he looked at the other man. A hand motioned for him to step into the red sickening light of the room.
“I trust you took care of the South American team?”
The slender, blonde man clicked his heel against the floor as he chuckled- slowly and velvetine. He made a minute adjustment to the hemline of his favorite coat before answering. "Oh believe me," came the words in a voice as sickeningly sweet as syrup. The tone practically dripped. "They will never be heard from again."
"Did you get all of them?" His eyes stared right trough the man. A cold dead stare that would freeze any other man in his steps. However, this man was as close to his equal as someone could get. Cruel, seductive, monstrous and yet tantalizing and alluring. A perfect Emmisary for their masters. He rose to his feet, his movements still sluggish, the machinery on his back still, no longer pushing the sweet, powerfull mix of drugs into his system.
"Are you sure..." He asked again. That strange, hollow stare fixating the on the man. Kains hands twiched a little as the other man began to speak.
"You don't believe me?" Mock surprised graced his face- delicate fingertips brushing full, reddened lips. "You wound me." The flesh-eating grin returned with a flick of his tongue over his lips. "It was less than satisfactory actually. The cattle hardly put up a fight. Mindless beasts, the lot of them." For a moment, however, his smug smiled faded. "There is, of course, the matter of the one little mouse that escaped my grasp."
"His eyes flickered to life entirely at the other mans words. For a second, he looked near livid again, as if the prospect of a survivor was near insulting to them both. "Someone got away.." He hissed, and suddenly the machinery in his back was kicking into high gear. Cogs and pumps began to move, the transparent tube on his back suddenly rec with liquid. With the combat drugs flowing into him the madman gripped at the other, pulling him closer. For a minute, there was killing intent in those cruel eyes of his. Then it ebbed away and Kain let go. "..No matter. They are stretched thin now, relying on regular transports gonna cost them time." He sat back ,still in a much more lively state. A sickenin, joyless smile on his lips. " Our... Third Emmisary should be opening the gates for the assault soon. We'll feast on their future."
The outburst didn't seem to phase him one bit. Then again, little ever did. With another flick of his tongue, the blonde wet his lips. "Sounds absolutely delicious. But I desire another flavor, if you will. I have such particular- and stubborn- tastes." Ice-blue eyes gazed up with paradoxically firey intensity through thickened dark lashes. Alexei's whole demeanor had changed with the gesture- gone from dangerously playful to a predator focused with desire on his prey. It was as if he was coiled to strike. "The mouse."
"...Very well... We just took down the pesky little defense grid they put up. Our spies tell us they are sending people to fix it, the mouse is there with them. Sate your hunger my precious little viper. We have much to do."
[Collab with Veldrose]