A Deadly Meeting [Lucifer]

[Thelxiepeia Doxiadis]

The mists were being kind to Lexi today. She surrendered herself to them and had been rewarded with a peaceful morning and a lake deep in a forest. A small farming village was the only settlement around. The serenity was shattered by a boy’s scream. He had entered the forest, chasing after an escaped farm animal. Another scream echoed through the forest, this time it was cut short by a crunching noise.

“Shhh, this is the easy part.” Lexi leaned over the gasping boy and licked a drop of blood from his lips. Its warm, sweet, metallic taste filled her mouth. She had chased him to the edge of the lake before finally striking him in the head with a large stone. Lexi knelt over the boy and spread her wings, forming a cocoon of sorts around him. In one fluid motion, Lexi unsheathed a large hunting knife strapped to the inside of her left wing and sliced across his neck, severing the boy’s carotid artery. Blood covered Lexi’s smiling face.

Half an hour later, Lexi had finished her meal. She had indulged a tad; couldn’t help it really. The boy’s blood covered the shore and surrounding trees. Lexi gathered his leftovers and threw them into the lake. The bones sank; any remaining flesh would be picked at by the fish.

Lexi stood at the edge of the water and looked down at her reflection. “Beautiful…” She knelt and ran a hand across her body. The boy’s blood had coagulated and for a moment, Lexi enjoyed making designs on her bare flesh. When the novelty wore off, Lexi dived into the lake. That would at least take care of the blood on her body.

Lexi surfaced and crouched at the edge of the lake again. She dipped her right wing into the water and carefully wrung the blood out of each feather. She was about to start on the left wing when something shifted. Lexi was not alone. Worse, she wasn't positive how long her observer had been there. She dipped her left wing into the water and slowly unsheathed the knife again. She pretended to clean the wing, senses on full alert. “It is not nice to spy on a lady while she is bathing…”

[aashongi2]

On lazy days like this, Lucifer allowed himself to succumb to the call of the mists. Sure, the mists have gained a notorious reputation for being dangerous every now and then, but he was Lucifer. He laughed at danger. Heck, he was danger personified. Not that he was thrilled about it. He had initially intended to lay low on the shenanigans while he’s here in the Dream World, but it’s the shenanigans that come and find him. Who was he to refuse?

Such was his train of thought as he witnessed, obscured by a low cloud of smoke, the gorgeous siren Lexi feed on an unsuspecting boy. He felt like intruding into her personal world, but it was not in his nature to care. He loved intruding into other people’s worlds.

Then he watched her, half an hour later, clean herself by the lake. A slow smirk appeared on the edge of his lips as his penetrating blue eyes drank in the sight before him. Lexi was having fun with blood. And Lucifer suppressed a chuckle at how this strangely electrifying scene was affecting him. Being a peeping tom have never been so much fun.

“It is not nice to spy on a lady while she is bathing…”

So she had noticed, Lucifer thought wryly. Too bad his voyeuristic fun had to end so soon. He however vowed to let other kinds of fun take its place. It’s not everyday that you get a deadly yet exquisitely beautiful siren as company.

“Greetings, my fair siren,” Lucifer said as he walked out from his cover, not even apologizing for his actions. He wasn’t ashamed at being caught. Far from it. What would the siren do about it anyway? He had asked himself. Sing him to death? Wasn’t he already dead? Or devoid of life so to speak?

He walked to the edge of the lake, and squatted to dip his hands on the water. Blood was all over the place. There were still hints of red from the blood Lexi had washed off of her. An eyeball had even managed to find its way towards the bank, mere inches from Lucifer’s bare feet. He felt the urge to tease. “I never did like your choice of gastronomic delights,” he said smirking as he picked up the small white sphere in his hands and rolled it between his fingers.

[Thelxiepeia Doxiadis]

“Greetings, my fair siren,”

Lexi glanced out of the corner of her eye toward the voice. Whoever he was, he was arrogant. Her legs tensed, ready to spring towards the man. When he crossed into her field of vision, Lexi froze. She watched him approach the edge of the lake and squat near her.

Lexi had seen the man before; remembered his dark locks, pale skin, brooding eyes, angelic perfection at its finest. She had heard beings whisper his name in awe and fear. Never had she been this close to him though. The feeling was electric and terrifying at the same time. Lexi almost let out a moan of pleasure.

“I admit it is an acquired taste.” Lexi turned her head towards Lucifer. She kept her eyes lowered as a sign of respect. “One made all the more delightful by its rarity in these times.” Moving slowly, she raised the knife out of the water and placed it on the shore, hilt facing Lucifer. The knife would do her no good anyways; Lexi felt it was insulting not to acknowledge such. Still, she could not help but wonder if an angel could be killed or what its flesh tasted like.

Lexi returned her hands to the water and continued washing her wing. She allowed herself to relax attempting to hide her excitement. When she was under control, Lexi raised her eyes. She gave Lucifer a smile tinted with pleasure, anticipation, respect, and a small dash of fear. Lexi removed her wing from the water and turned to face Lucifer. Still kneeling, she spread her wings and shook, sending drops of water and blood flying behind her.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your company, sir? I take it you are not here to sample the…” Lexi gestured to the eye in Lucifer’s grip. “local cuisine.”