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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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?

[She growled lightly, without thinking about it]

It's not... bad.

Shh... Calm thyself, my dear. Focus on my ambient prana. It will warm your body and help soothe the soul.

[Saber begins to slowly walk toward the elevator, her arms steady but less holding and more supporting of Catarina's weight. It would be easy for her to slide out of the king's arms.]

[Catarina pressed her lips against Saber's shoulder, doing just as Saber said. Now familiar darkness... Familiar friendly darkness... yes, this was good. This was okay. The growling quieted]

[The king smiled.]

Much better... Things will be better when you are clean and warm. Perhaps some rest.

[She chuckled slightly] As if taking care of a pet or a small child?

Or a woman who has emotionally spent herself enough for several days. There were days when court was too much for my wife and I would need to carry her to our chambers for her attendants saw to her.

To do so always calmed her.

[Saber sees no reason why it would be different for any other woman.]

... Oh. [Catarina rested against her, blinking] I see.

[Hm.]

Does it surprise you that I was once married?

It's a human thing, correct? Marriage?