towerofanimus | (no subject)

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Characters: One guilty and pissed off demon (

divinitysoiled) and anyone in her warpath
Setting: Floors 1-6
Format: Action, will match prose
Summary: After what happened here, Catarina is taking her guilt and anger out on monsters and anything in her path
Warnings: Gore, usual succubus shenanigans

[It started fairly innocently. The first floor was as clean as it usually was, until the stairs were encountered. Once there, it was obvious someone had fought a monster and had a few aggression issues to take out. It was a bloody affair with bits and pieces scattered in quite a few places, but other than that, it wasn't that bad.]

[The following floors had worse. It looked like someone had started to go out of their way to find monsters, the aggression becoming worse and worse. As the carnage started to get worse, there started to be the sound of a woman laughing maniacally. Close to the sixth floor was the source, one Catarina Amanto covered in blood, guts, and possibly little else, knife in her hand and eyes wild. She was laughing still, looking around for her next victim.]

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[Saber let the punch hit and dampened her prana so the woman wouldn't break her hand on impact. This did mean her visor broke in half and fell as it was a manifestation of her prana.

Pale yellow eyes unwavering stared back at Catarina and the red mark scrawled up her cheek, visible above the armor protecting her neck and jaw.]

Are you done? If not, you may strike me again.

Saber.

[Her first word to the woman, said on misdirected rage and a hint of longing and childishness. Catarina attacked her again, this time in a manner more benefitting a succubus; she darted forward and kissed her deeply, feeding.]

[But at the same time, she took refuge in the darkness of Saber. She needed it, the feeling of unrelenting and unjudging darkness]

[Saber did not release the woman's hand as she was kissed. She maintained her restraint and hold on the knife, keeping it at bay, but she did dismiss her own blade. With her other hand now free, she wrapped it about Catarina's waist and pulled her up against her chest.

Cold, jagged armor - hard and unyielding - had no give as the succubus' curves pressed against it. The knight's dark prana swirled continually about her, caressing the demon's body, as Saber lacked any means to keep it all suppressed while fully armored. It was a good thing Catarina was far from pure or just the lick of the corrupted prana would burn her skin.

Parting her lips, Saber let Catarina have her tongue, have her taste. Her arm held tightly about the woman, letting her get a real sense of the physical strength the knight was capable of, as Saber decided to kiss her back just as fully, more than ever before.

If this calmed the lady's soul, so be it.]

[The armor bit into her as they kissed, a small bit of pain to anchor her. To keep her from losing herself to her instincts and hurting Saber. She enjoyed the comfort of the dark prana surrounding her, of a newly familiar taste, especially tight grip for a human, and unyielding curve of armor. It was... what she needed. Catarina slowly ended the kiss, her free hand coming up to cup Saber's face]

Saber.

[Her voice was calmer, less angry]

What ails the lady?

[It was good to see Catarina calmer, more in control. Saber did not loosen her hold at all, as it was better to maintain the contact for now.]

And I ask you to release your blade. I do not wish to have to wrest it from your hand.

[Catarina shook her head at the request] I won't attempt to kill you with it. However, it is my weapon.

[Her head came down, resting against Saber's shoulder] Living... has its price.

Then sheathe it and I will let you keep it.

[And in her own show of faith, she lets the knife go, wrapping that arm about Catarina, holding the woman with both arms.]

Living always does have its price. As does does dying.

[She lowered the knife to her side, as she... didn't exactly have a sheath on her at the moment]

I nearly let myself get caught in the bloodlust of the mob earlier. But when Jason appeared...

[Good enough.]

I am glad you had the sense to not join that dishonorable rabble of unschooled children. What of Jason?

I am a demon. If Jason hasn't proved he was stronger than us... that he had won... I would have joined them out of sheer bloodlust. I would have loved it. But when Jason appeared... [She pulled away, almost ashamed now]

... I asked him what I could do to help him.

[Oh no, Saber is not letting her get away. Tightening her grip on the woman.]

To what end, Catarina?

[Catarina growled, glaring at Saber] Release me.

No. I will not harm you, nor will I allow you to run from me.

[There is no emotion in Saber's voice as it remained as steady as it had been since this began.]

I want you in my arms. Now, I ask that you answer my question. To what end?

[Catarina shifted in Saber's arms, still growling, starting to feel cornered] To live!

An understandable reason. So why are you upset?

Lancer... was there. His words reminded me... of another.

The Hound is a fool that chose to dishonor himself by participating in that misguided mob. I warned him that he would lower himself if he joined. He is a hot headed man that lives only by his heart and forsakes his mind half the time.

[Saber's hold loosens a bit as she moves to rub Catarina's back.]

[It would become obvious soon that whatever clothes she had on had been ripped to near nothing, and some of the blood on her was her own, as there were some closing gashes on her back]

He's... was still one I enjoyed the presence of. And he looks at me as if I'm a traitor now.

And he will do so for a long time. But that is his own fault, Catarina, for he made the mistake of thinking you as something other than what you are.

[Saber frowned at the state of Catarina's back.]

May I carry you to the dorms so that you may be cleansed and dressed in something intact?

... [Catarina closed her eyes in silence, her voice quiet] It was a similar rant as the angel gave me when I sold her out.

I am a bit gory, hm. [And there's a hint of a smile there]

It sounds as if they both believed you dishonorable as opposed to being honorless.

[One armored hand comes up to brush some blood-caked hair back from Catarina's face.]

And fairly indecent, though I doubt that bothers you.

I will live. No matter what. I... I won't let a bond stop me from living.

[Catarina leaned into the touch, smiling slightly]

Mm. I was wondering why the cold seemed more biting than usual.

Self-sacrifice is the trait of a hero, my dear. I know that is something you are not.

Now, may I pick you up or do you still wish to run from me?

[She smiled at her words] I am glad you remember that.

I won't run, but do not make me feel trapped. The animal... is still close to the surface.

[Saber leaned in to kiss her softly before easily picking Catarina up as if she were a princess. Her eyes closed a moment and the blackened armor faded, leaving the knight in her black dress.]

Is this satisfactory?