The crowd was loud and enthusiastic, hundreds of voices resounding, twisting heavenward as their owners anxiously waited for the ‘games’ to start. Excitement gleamed in the eyes of the spectators, anticipation so thick it was nearly palpable. The stands were overflown, several couples sharing their seat. The stadium in which the fighters fought in dominated the area and drew the eye, a pit in which spectators could look into with ease. It smelled of blood, of fear and anger and desperation. Aerith felt contempt writhing inside; a cold snake slithering, oily coils sickening and tight. Were they Man or were they beast? Pinning prisoners against one another in a death match for survival was repulsive. The blood and death and screams… it was disgusting.
The thought came unbidden, as they always did when they derived from that faction of her nature. The part of her that reveled in blood shed, in the splitting of flesh and bone, the taste of blood and the smell of terror. The part of Aerith that loved the games and the sheer animalistic brutality of them, the excitement that shamed her deeply. Kill or be killed, live or fall down to a predator made stronger than you. Life in motion.
She stood beside the human who had hired her for the past two months. Unlike the swell of humanity that surrounded him, Lucius Black sat serenely with an expression verging on boredom. Aerith could detect the dark malice that lite his eyes, however. He would feign boredom now, but one of his concubines would feel the effect of the man's excitement tonight. As she gathered, they usually did not enjoy it. "Aerith? A question, if you will." Lucius spoke, his voice civil and refined. He was a hard man - a man who would take full advantage of Aerith’s power, had he known the extent of it. The half-demon took care to see that he – and the rest of the world – did not discover she was anything less than human. A small illusion spell concealed her black horns, the same spell also infusing her eyes with a flood of green. Assuredly a rather strange human, true, but still a human by all appearances. Tilting her head she peered at her employer. "Of course, my lord." She replied in a cool tone. "You pay for the service."
"If I were to order you into the pits, would you comply?" His expression was untouched, but his eyes flashed menacingly. Strangely, she felt the first stirrings of unease at that. His cruelty was always reserved for his concubines; Aerith was a hiring, not a slave. She could refuse service whenever she felt it was necessary, although so far she has felt no driving need to. Her job for Lucius was in the capacity as a bodyguard, though rarely did it require she fight. Most of Lucius enemies preferred to stay hidden.
"Unlikely, my lord." She replied, casting her gaze away from the man. She heard the disappointment in his voice. "What a shame."