towerofanimus | (no subject)

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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[Nesir turned, knife at the ready for another charge. When her face was grabbed she jerked backwards and brought the knife up to Catarina's hand.

She was still in the emptiness, which actually made Catarina less worrying, devoid of her emotions she could see how similar Catarina was to the priests of her temple. It had been the wording; life force that had been worrying. But she had promised it wouldn't kill her, and Nesir wondered if it was the same as when priests drew the energy and power of those that served them.

Still this was a fight and you didn't let your enemies steal your power, it was a very early lesson of the temple. And so she attempted to press the knife against Catarina's hand.]

... no. [The word came on a breathless needy gasp, her hand falling away] I will when you are willing to give yourself to full pleasure. It tastes far better that way.

[So instead she backhanded Nesir]

[Nesir just pulled a face at her, because that would never happen. Though a moment later she stumbled backwards as the strike took her off guard. The emptiness took the pain, though she would hurt when she finally emerged from it.

It didn't stop her for long, she rushed forwards again aiming to stab Catarina's shoulder again.]