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The demon's touch burned, leaving a suspiciously familiar scar. A certain young priest had one just like it on his forearm. The demon tried to pull her into its gnashing mouth, which had formed thousands of sharp teeth.
There was a blinding light, and Lucas appeared out of seemingly nowhere. The presence of a full fledged demon called to him. He was holding a familiar trunk, which made a huge clatter as he dropped it and lunged for the tentacle that was latched onto Evie. It burst into flames upon his touch.
The demon howled and withdrew as Lucas placed himself between it and Evie. The trunk laid open behind it, offing a dark place to hide. The demon slithered backwards into it, and Lucas pounced on the lid to latch it shut.
He laid over top of the trunk, seemingly exhausted by having teleported there.
There was a blinding light, and Lucas appeared out of seemingly nowhere. The presence of a full fledged demon called to him. He was holding a familiar trunk, which made a huge clatter as he dropped it and lunged for the tentacle that was latched onto Evie. It burst into flames upon his touch.
The demon howled and withdrew as Lucas placed himself between it and Evie. The trunk laid open behind it, offing a dark place to hide. The demon slithered backwards into it, and Lucas pounced on the lid to latch it shut.
He laid over top of the trunk, seemingly exhausted by having teleported there.
>8D
"Evie?" The voice that called her name was soft and weak. It came from the living room. A body laid on the floor, wearing only boxers. It was Damien. He, like the car, was covered in blood. Symbols had been carved into almost every inch of his skin from the neck down. They were most certainly Satanic.
He croaked weakly, deathly pale from blood loss. "Evie," he called again, too weak to get above a whisper. Then, a horrible noise tore from his throat. The room grew cold in an instant, and the lights went out. Damien screamed bloody murder as he rose up off the ground, straightened up like he was standing, but his feet dangled a foot from the carpet. He threw his head back and let out an inhuman screech. His body began to change. Tentacles tore through his skin, and his flesh turned black and hard. The red, glowing eyes of the demon overtaking him opened on his torso. His body was now mangled and unrecognizable, just like the beast from the basement.
He croaked weakly, deathly pale from blood loss. "Evie," he called again, too weak to get above a whisper. Then, a horrible noise tore from his throat. The room grew cold in an instant, and the lights went out. Damien screamed bloody murder as he rose up off the ground, straightened up like he was standing, but his feet dangled a foot from the carpet. He threw his head back and let out an inhuman screech. His body began to change. Tentacles tore through his skin, and his flesh turned black and hard. The red, glowing eyes of the demon overtaking him opened on his torso. His body was now mangled and unrecognizable, just like the beast from the basement.
She's on demon radar now >:D
The night outside was foreboding. The sound of a car alarm blaring had been blocked out by the concrete walls of the basement. It was Evie's car... something was spilled all over it. The whole car was dripping in it... upon closer inspection...
Blood.
Blood.
If she doesn't get killed >:D
He shook his head 'no', but looked intrigued. He'd heard of sign language, sure, but he never really got around to learning it. Isaac didn't know it, and not many people in his past would have been interested in teaching him.
He looked over at her and took the letter. He gave it a glance, then looked back up at her and shook his head.
He approached her cautiously. Lucas took the record and slid it out of the sleeve, inspecting the surface for scratches. He then seemed pretty excited and darted over to his record player to carefully put the record on. His body language was almost cartoonishly exaggerated. Having lived multiple lives, unable to communicate, that must have been how he coped. And probably also why he reacted so extremely when angered.
The record crackled to life and the music began to play. Lucas pulled up his swivel chair and sat in it backwards, his chin rested on the back of it. His scarf was falling down, but he seemed comfortable enough to not guard it quite so closely.
The record crackled to life and the music began to play. Lucas pulled up his swivel chair and sat in it backwards, his chin rested on the back of it. His scarf was falling down, but he seemed comfortable enough to not guard it quite so closely.
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