[IC] The Sweet Devil

[EzrealEz]

The morning was damp after a huge downpour. People carefully stepped over the puddle to avoid getting their expensive shoes wet, or just simply saving the hassle. Pair of crimson colored irises stared at the crowds with curiousity and playfulness. A young demon, Lucid, keep observing the humans below him as he sat on one of the skyscraper. How funny of them. They stick to doing things repeatedly, while cursing about that boring life. It's like they cannot do anything about it, and they don't have any other choice. They cannot get out of the cycle and pattern. That amused Lucid.

Tucking his shoulder length hair behind his ears, he hopped to another building. Silver colored hair, and black bat-like-wings fluttered in the air as he jumped. He saw something that piqued his interest few days ago. A man. And that man, is immortal. The demon saw that man tried to end his life couple of times, like jumping from a building, or letting himself got hit by a car, but he always get away with just some bruises or broken bones.

Red eyes lit up as he saw his target. "Ah, there he is."

[Grape Flavoured]

He was named after his grandfather, looked like a younger version of his father and was the heir to his mother's company. Every which way he looked, no matter how hard he tried, nothing seemed to give the slightest hint that he was his own person. Always a puppet to others' ambition, never allowed to have his own ideas or even dream a future of his own... no, Thomas Bishop was but a spectator to his own life. That feeling of oppression darkened his mood and poisoned his mind until he felt dirty and corrupted enough by his own helplessness to take it all away one night... it did not work, even if he had jumped from the roof of a twenty-story building.

He took over a week to gather his courage and try again, this time with sleeping pill. Still nothing but a headache and a nauseated feeling. Car accident? Nothing. Drowning was but a bad dream, either. After so many failures, he was losing hope of an escape from his pitiful existence, yet one more mean remained. He could not survive being turned to ashes, right?

He had bought a galleon of gas, a cheap lighter and even found an out of the way area to commit his last deed. He was ready, but why did his heart still hurt so much despite his approaching demise? He should be relieved, right?

[EzrealEz]

Lucid watched the human like a hawk. Not moving an inch from his position as he saw the pitiful man attempt to burn away his life. The demon's eyes shifted to look at the gallon of gas nearby. So, this attempt, the human gonna burn himself, hm? Can he handle the pain? Lucid asked himself in his mind. Well it's true that human world's fire won't be a rival to his world's blazing flame. But, it will be very hurt to endure. Painful.

And THAT kind of suffering is the one which gonna fill Lucid's hunger. His craving for despair and sorrow always be fulfilled everytime he watch this human tried to end his life. The demon moved closer and stared once more. The human, doesn't look bad at all. He's a good looking man, well, for Lucid. It's gonna be a very waste of a good resource if he die now. But, oh well. Immortality. He'll be fine.

That what crossed Lucid's mind. But, he couldn't help to worry about the human. He might lost his interesting subject and a source of delicious food. So he decided to wait until the flame burn the human's body.

[Grape Flavoured]

The smell and feel of petroleum on his skin felt wrong to Thomas as his very being seemed to recoil from what he was attempting to do to himself. The night was cold, and he was now shivering and wet as his doubts made themselves known once more, this time much more strongly, as his shaking hand fished the lurid green lighter from its spot near his bag on the ground. Moonlight shone down upon him, his pale flesh ghastly white while deprived of the sun life-giving rays and his strawberry blond hair falling in a wet curtain before his eyes as he blinked away droplets of gas from his eyelashes. His breathing was quick and shallow, and his thoughts a mess as part of him still clung to life while the rest of him had long ago lost the fight for survival in the sterile environment the young man called his life.

'I'm stalling... I need to do this, I can't do this whole shit anymore... mother, father... I'm sorry.'

Belatedly the blond realized he was crying, yet the resolve to end it all had finally resurfaced from its hiding place in his battered heart. It was now or never, and it was with a surprisingly firm flick of his index finger that Thomas ignited the plastic contraption in his hand and lit it fall and catch him aflame. Screaming in excruciating pain as soon as he did this, the young man's last coherent thought was:

'I should have taken some sedatives before doing this.'

His muscles racked with violent spasms and locking him into a standing position as he screamer his now burning throat raw, Thomas was put in a world of pain that lasted him much longer than the few seconds it lasted before he deliriously noticed that something was wrong. The flames were gone, and her could feel his body returning to to its original state as soon as it was touched by the rivulets of blood seeping from his ruined skin. Cursing softly despite his still wounded throat and tongue, Thomas could only observe helplessly as his whole body healed quickly before his very eyes.

A bitter laugh escaped him at last once he felt whole again, before the blond felt unconscious from the pain he had just experienced by his own hand. Another failure... typical.

[EzrealEz]

Lucid's eyes twitched at the man's screams of agony and pain. He saw the flesh turned into pink, to bright red, and fiery in a couple of minutes. 'This guy's gonna die if the flames keep going on.' He thought. But, his guess was entirely wrong.

The flame that engulfed Thomas's body disappeared just after the blood came out of his body. The young demon saw his skin turned back into normal less than a minute, and Lucid clapped in amusement. How amazing, he thought. As the man collapsed, he approached the unconscious human and poked him on the cheek.

"Hm.. I'm gonna take you back to your home." A smirk splayed across his pale skin, and flawless face as he carried the human on his back. He knew where this guy lived, and he will take the human back. With a light steps, he jumped off the building and flew to the apartment district. No one can see him, but the human is visible to everyone. Crowds below him fussed over a flying man, or, more like floating. They was amused, thinking that the floating matter was from a magic tv show or something. And that left Lucid with a scowl.

When he's arrived, he opened the door easily with his power and laid the human on sofa. Still unconscious. The young demon decided to help himself with anything around the house. While he's walking to the kitchen to grab some food, he made his hair shorter and wings disappear. He also put on jeans and a casual shirt, to make himself look like a human.

Now, the only thing he needs to do, is to wait for the human, and.. grab something to eat. He's starving.