Target Practice (Abaddon/open)

[Sareph]

February 25, 2012
Regal Necropolis
Sometime in the morning

And so it came to be Sareph was in Inferis.  Surprisingly she was sober.. for now.  Her drugs wouldn't kick in for another couple minutes- whatever it was she had.  She'd just grabbed one of the many pill bottles from her cupboard and swallowed without much thought on it. If she was going to die from it- well HELL was the way to go.   The irony wasn't lost.  What she needed on top of it-?  A smoke.  So, she took her cigarette out and popped it into her mouth.   A light later and she was soaring in a delightful high.. that oddly just made her irritable to the fucking demon birds and the like.  She really wanted nothing more than to shoot the motherfucking things, but it was much better to just finish her smoke.  By then, all the nicotine would be in her veins and maybe she wouldn't be as likely to fuck EVERYTHING up.  After all, she hadn't really come there to kill anything, she'd just come to have a little piece from her fucking god-awful neighbors.

She wanted to murder them. "There were screams coming from next door, we were scccaarrreedd." The only damn screams were from her fucking stereo.  What the hell ever.  They needed to go choke on their flashy gate and go on with just dying.  Then maybe they could go to Inferis, where she could kill them again.

Smoke billowed out of her mouth like a dark cloud of chemicals.  Delightful to know this would probably result in her getting lung cancer- better yet to know that wasn't even the likeliest way she would die.  Oh well, it wasn't like she cared that she'd probably be dead in three years.  Her shoulders slumped as she took in another amount of the cancer-stick. What a beautiful day in Inferis.  God.. this sucked.

[Abaddon]

It was nice the Inferis 'updated' itself, otherwise this land would still be a wasteland. The Regal Necropolis. Now dimly, if at all, lit buildings towered the red sky, mocking the city of London. It was perhaps the single most "human-like" sphere amongst them all, a fact that didn't make it any less dangerous. No, this actually made the land of Mammon one of the more lethal realms, as it gave an air of unsuspecting comfort, though if one were perceptive enough, they could smell the thick odor of sicking death.

Some mortals would fall into this trap, others would seek it out themselves. Whenever or not this particular red-head was the latter or the former, it would be not the Blood Goddess' demons that would respond to her presence. The first thing one would notice in the perimeter of the Destroyer was the overpowering aura of impending doom, one of that rivaled an archdemon. The second would be the abundance of winged incests, larger than their grasshopper cousins, locusts. An odd sight in Hell, even though nothing was to be expected in this dimension.

As his essence could be felt miles before he made contact, Apollyon was able to sneak up on said mortal, confirmed female, with relative ease by hovering and following her through the alleyways. Finally emerging on a long street, probably a busy one on Earth but an abandoned one in this land. It was much like the city at night, only the moon shined a grim red light upon the once hotel and business windows. The white haired demon touched ground, only a few feet away from the human.

"Hiya." The relatively normal appearing demon would speak at the presumable Demon Hunter, (as it was usually their kind that traveled, though one of those Holy men could be at hand as well), whenever she had turned around at this point or not. His unnatural glaring eyes examined the woman as he awaited a response. Oh, this might be fun.

[Sareph]

A voice called to her.  Hiya.  That was demon talk- And UGH what was with people and there fucking Hi's.  Her eyes locked on the demon with no signs of fear whatsoever.  Sareph didn't fear a damn thing so having a demon that close to her was NOTHING.

As politely as possible she- NO. SCREW THAT.  "What the fuck do you want?"  It more or less was her instinctive reaction to ANYTHING that came up to her and said hi.  No one did that without wanting something.  She knew how the world worked and it was worse in Inferis.  The damn demons were more annoying than mosquitoes, which really made her wonder why she HAD thought Inferis would be a better place to go?  

Her hand moved to her lips and she flicked her cigarette out of her mouth.  She didn't bother stomping it out, because like she gave a damn if Inferis burned down- it was Hell anyways.  It'd be back to normal pretty much the next day.  What a worthless waste.  Whatever.  Anyways the demon was now in her eyesight and Sareph was ready.. more or less.

[Abaddon]

"What the fuck do you want?" Oh yes, this will be fun. The Destroyer cracked a wide smile, exposing his demonic fangs, showing off another subtle proof of evidence of what he truly was. Well, not like it was a fucking secret, or anything. The white haired "kid's" smile vanished as a serious tone fell over his voice. With a few swift motions, the lord of locusts cracked his neck.

"Damn, you're fiesty." Abaddon would proceed to crack each of his fingers, one at a time, making sure to truly get the grit out of the joint. It had been a pretty long time since he'd done it, after all. Right index finger, right middle finger, damn, that felt good. "But you should watch who you mouth off too." The demon's ever changing voice was at this point a bit deep and intimidating, yet held a manly suave air to it, strangely enough. Right ring finger, right pinky. "Lemme ask ya, do you know who you stand before?" A prideful air filled his voice, something he dare wouldn't show around his boss, the Devil. Or perhaps he would. Unpredictability, it was one of his more valuable traits.

If the Demon Hunter would pay attention to her surroundings rather than the demon's speech, she would notice the gathering of tiny black shelled insects, growing in numbers in every dark corner of the dimly lit streets. Buzzing, but not louder than the destroyer's voice. "I've toppled civilizations, slain angels, and made Demon Hunters three times your size wet their pants at my very name." Right thumb, left index finger, left middle finger. Damn, that sure was rejuvenating. The bugs grew in size yet, making the shadows on the street appear to close in. Closer to Sareph they would grow, as if it were getting darker in Inferis. Closer to the other individual they would get as well, in an attempt to give the illusion a little more backing.

"Some even fear me as one of the top ranked demons around." Whenever he was bluffing at this point or not was impossible to tell, as he could easily be mistaken for talking out of his ass to somebody who didn't know who he was. Left ring finger, left pinky. The Destroyer licked his lips as the shadows grew closer yet to the female's feet. "Name's Abaddon." Left thumb, crack. The winged insects began to rise off of the ground, revealing the sea of a trap that had already surrounded the battlefield. They were absolutely everywhere, minus a straight path to the hunter to the apparently 'powerful' demon. "Nice to meet ya." With these final words, the locusts would close in on the red haired woman, at a slowed pace, as if the white haired individual was actually giving her a gap of time to escape being covered in the filthy things.

[Sareph]

"Lemme ask ya, do you know who you stand before?"

Oh great one of THOSE demons.  The kind that were long-winded about who they were and what they did.  She'd be sitting through a monologue for the next twenty minutes about how he'd been the genocidal master or SOMETHING.  Honestly, she could count the number of fucks she gave without actually counting, because there were none.

"I've toppled civilizations, slain angels, and made Demon Hunters three times your size wet their pants at my very name." Not with how much he fucking talked.  Any self-respecting angel would just shank the bitch while he was monologuing.  Then again, Sareph's idea of angels probably wasn't anything like anyone else's.  Maybe they were all a bunch of pussy- peace-loving hippies.  Then again, he had mentioned demon hunters three time her size.  That was a big-ass man and now she KNEW he was lying- which really was no surprise from a fucking demon.

"Well my pants are wet, clearly you aren't doing a damn good job.  Slacking off are we?"  Her lips curled as she plucked out a lighter and struck up a match: unphazed by the group of locusts.  Smoke began to surround her once again, but her match stayed in her left hand.  Her other hand rose as if she pointed at him, but nothing more- for a moment.  In one swift movement, she threw it at a mass of insects, stepped back and fired her gun (At this demon) at the same time.

(Sorry I hope it's not too bad ^^'

[Abaddon]

The demon smiled as his never-ending swarm surrounded the young Demon Hunter. No escape. Many a demon, and mortal of course, had fallen to this technique alone, drowning in a mass of buzzing bodies. An irritating death, as one would and could feel the tiny mandibles biting through their flesh a little bit at a time as the millions of little legs crawled all over their body. Millions, maybe an understatement, perhaps billions, perhaps there truly was no number to the amount of shadowy locusts. No limit. Shame it was so early in the year and the Eliminator didn't have access to some of his cooler, and arguably more effective abilities. Arguably.

Oh how the insects teared through her pathetic mortal flesh, a target destroyed almost too soon. He lost sight of the Demon Hunter as his attack engulfed her. "Ha! Dead in ten seconds flat!" The white haired fallen angel grasped his head, rubbing his shaking palms down his face which slouched his eye sockets for a brief second before they snapped back in place. Insanity, it was present in this one, without a doubt. "I must be the fastest demon aliiiiiiiiive! Gackshshshshshh!" A jovial smile followed by that disturbing and unnatural laugh followed.

Something bright shined in Xerxe's eyes, something that made that smile vanish off of his face. Soon, a single bug was engulfed in flame, but soon, the entire swarm was nothing but an ashy firestorm, which revealed the Demon Hunter - completely unharmed at that - standing in the center of it, the bugs and thus the source of the fire just barely missing her. It was actually a pretty badass pose, for a human, anyways. This alone impressed the lord of plagues, as he was stuck in a similar situation. It seemed, for as long as that wall of fire existed, neither of them would be able to land an attack. Until the demon was surprised yet again.

In a feat that could only be described as supernatural, Abaddon's red eyes caught the glimpse of a object separating the fire, making him instantly step to the side as the projectile grazed his hair. The fire was beginning to turn to ash. "Oh no, bullets!" His voice was riddled with sarcasm, as if he were ever serious anyways. "My biggest weakness!" That was a lie. They were actually quite predictable, at least to the destroyer. The fire was more effective, but of course he didn't mention that. Oh, speaking of which, that was out by now, every last bug having turned into nothing but a smokey ash.

He put his hands in his pockets. The darkness was starting to return, which meant the insects were about to return just as soon as they vanished. They were limitless. This time, out of an alleyway, a large tendril made of the black creatures crept out, followed by a second matching one out of the opposite side of the backstreet. Much like an octopus tentacle, or a squid, or something you would see in a bad hentai. These shadowy tendrils would slowly rise up, before suddenly and violently attempting to spear the Demon Hunter right through the back, as the bugs were condensed enough to form a somewhat sharp point. It was apparent that this was long from over.

[Sareph]

Her bullet had missed. "Fucker."  It was necessary to swear after all. About twenty feet out, the small hurricane dispersed and sent waves of wind lashing every which way.  The fire had finally went out and her opponent put his hands in his pockets.  Really?  Was she that boring?  This demon never ceased to piss her off.  Though they'd only been acquainted for a whole two minutes likely, most of which was him stating how fearsome he was (Not very).  He looked like an overgrown child.  "I'm getting irritated," she murmured under her breath.  

There was a sound.  The sound of wings and she knew the fire was out- so there were more?! Well that wasn't good.  As she whipped her body to look, she managed to take a side step, but in the process she grazed her arms.  "FUCKER!"  There was a bit of blood from the assault, which she whipped her lighter out to light them on fire, again.  "Never thought I'd be this happy to smoke."  She lit up a cigarette then.  She needed another one to try and help her focus on her instincts.  

She turned her body back to the man with an annoyed face.  "Really?  This is as bad as fucking lackies.  Enjoy me killing your little fuck-buddies?"  Her hand pointed at her side as she focused her energy again and then ran forward.  Her gun moved to point at the demon's shoulder, but shifted at last second and fired toward his leg instead.

[Abaddon]

The shadowy insect tendrils missed their mark, only able to produce a minor scratch before being set ablaze again. Only one of the tentacles were turned to ash, but the second backed off from which it came, returning to the alley. If the same attack were made a third time, well, the result would likely be the same. No need to keep trying something over again and to expect a different result. That. Well, that would be crazy. And that was something the Eliminator was not, well, he liked to tell himself that. And everybody else. Sometimes.

"You sure do fucking curse a lot." The Destroyer said as she lit up another cigarette, taking a few puffs that further polluted the Infernal air. Not to mention the lung damage, sheesh, how reckless could you be. Abaddon didn't change form or move, rather he arrogantly kept his hands in his pockets, not even removing them to itch. Ugh. He did think about going for it, as there was this unbearable itch, as if a spider was crawling on his rear end. The Destroyer would attempt to move his hand back, but the walls of his pockets simply prevented the mission objective. It was irritating, but looking cool was far more important at this point. The Demon Hunter was saying something, but due to distraction and the loud buzzing of the scattered locusts, he didn't really catch what was spoken. "My fuck-muddies? What?"

The female Demon Hunter charged at him with her finger gun, which he had now figured to be some sort of Evocation, how many she had he didn't know. Probably only one or two, though, these mortals usually didn't live long enough to reach their full potential.  He gathered more insects, this time forming them above and around the duo, slowly closing them off from the hellish skies. The grasshopper cousins packed tightly together, making the process slow but absolute, as not even the slightest beam of light pierced this living ceiling. The red haired aimed towards his side, causing the demon to bring a small swarm of the insects in front of that spot in an attempt to cushion the air bullet, but was instead taken by surprise and took a direct hit in the leg, causing him to finally take his hands out of his pockets and squat down slightly. "Shit! You...you..." The insects continued to gather. His concentration hadn't been broken, but yet he looked down at the wound as if it was.

"You actually...shot me! You shot me!" The wallas were coming close to the ground at this point, and they would move further back if the woman attempted to leave. Or, if she were to try to slide under, that would be the worst of mistakes, as the locusts would speed up and soundly crush her. A probably lethal experience, if not unpleasent. Inches away. Abaddon stood up, still bleeding. Slam. The dome was complete, and the Destroyer knew what the hunter's next move would be. Nothing could be seen, well, to a mere mortal, anyways. It was pitch black, total darkness, and the demon made not a noise as he suddenly sprinted forward. His fist was clenched and drawn back, and the intention was to nail her a good one in the face before she could utilize the lighter again, and possibly even knock it from her person, though he currently had no means of doing that by punching her in the face, less so trying to. Hit or miss, he would then attempt to follow this up with a left hook before back off into the darkness.

[Sareph]

He was bleeding.  The sadist in her grinned.  When he crouched down and whined she just felt so good-  did he feel that good about it?  The blissful acknowledgement of being alive.  That sharp pain in his leg that would sadly die down, but the blood would trickle.  Crimson color.. delicious.  Not in a meal way, but in the mentally satisfying way.

It seemed almost sudden to her, but things went- black.  Well what a surprise, that Sareph had pissed someone off enough that they drowned her in a sea of black.  Most people would panic and it was probably only due to the fact she was on something that she didn't.  That was he wondrous thing about her- she had no care about her own life.  This gave her a high.  Anything that was remotely like fear changed and only charged the most delightful drug which would be adrenaline.  

Her heart pounded loudly in her ears.  In fact she wondered if it might explode.  With the lack of sight it seemed everything was much louder.  As she held her hand tight around the lighter; ready to light it a pain struck her hard in the face.  Blood- she could taste some in her mouth.  THAT FUCKER PUNCHED HER IN THE FACE.  Her hand swung out in response to match; but with her lighter in hand and of course she'd light it as she did.  The flame wouldn't keep, but the object would be hot still.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!"   Why she was so mad- she really didn't know.  It seemed like something likely to happen when you fought someone.  However, it didn't stop her rage.  In result she burnt her finger a little, but she could barely feel it.  This wasn't going to end well, if she could even LAND a hit in the darkness.

[Abaddon]

Sweet, sweet contact. That feel of your fist nearly getting cut by teeth, that solid and assuring smacking sound, the pain that was left in your own fist, and the knowledge that you brought worse upon someone else. Everything about it was absolute enthralling. The only thing to do now was to do it again! And again! This is usually most effective when it's down until said victim is bludgeoned to death. The demon prepared a second fist, clenching his fingers together tightly as possible, he threw a quick left hook that would hopefully break out some of those pearly whites. She was powerless, surely no human could see him in the abyss, it was his realm, he was born in this. This darkness, the bottomless pit.

[INITIATE THEME MUSIC]

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Words like fire left the woman's mouth and so did her hand, landing a solid hit right on Abaddon's cheek, causing his inner mouth to scrap against his demonically sharp teeth and making quite the painful-but mostly-overly bloody wound that caused the fluid to run from his mouth. The Eliminator's mind raced, how did she land that shit? He forgot, and realized at the same time, two key details. The first he had accounted for, but still, the lighter still was able to provide a brief flash of light, allowing the Demon Hunter to get at least some visual in. That, and the fact that he was currently using his apparatus, the destroyer's eyes were glowing a bright red, providing not just some but a constant visual.

Using these, the woman without a name pressed on and followed up her hasty punch with a second, and then a third, and finally a forth to this stomach. A trove of blood exited the Scorpion King's mouth as he held his stomach momentarily in pain. "You sure do hit hard..." The white haired demon brushed off his shirt, wiping the dust and insect guts from it. "For a girl." He suddenly grinned and stood up straight as if he was never in any pain in the first place, and this was further visualized due to a ray of light from above shining down on the demon. The locusts moved aside like a grand toothed mouth, smiling ear to ear. In a very slow motion, he began to raise his arms out straight.

"Have you ever heard of a debris cloud?" The demon's arms were nearly at shoulder length, but not quite there yet. His teeth clenched together and the locusts began to move about, letting in bouts and rays of light in multiple places. They started to move about as his arms were now at the desired horizontal length, straight out, he was wide open for a hit. But the bugs, the bugs continued to stir about, twist, move, and with force. "The most dangerous part of a tornado, the debris cloud is often formed from picked up mass and biomass." Abaddon continued on with his 'science lesson'. "These are usually formed from simple objects like rocks, dust, and insects." It became apparent to what he was attempting to do.

The locusts twisted around the duo in a now violent manner, picking up the dust and small debris from the ground and very effectively making a low-speed small twister. The demon's clothes contorted in the wind, and lighting a match would be nigh impossible in such conditions. To make matters even worse, the added factor of keeping your ground to not be swept up and away was added. And this meant for Abaddon as well. Due to this, the destroyer would hesitate to move at all, as one wrong step could prove to be quite disastrous. He would instead bring down a small swarm of solidified insects at Sareph, which wasn't meant to make a hit but simply graze her to add in yet more fear, or, an attempt to.

"Now whatcya gonna do, baby?"

[Sareph]

"You sure do hit hard...For a girl."  That really shouldn't have bothered her.  After all, she'd been a girl her whole life and those sort of comments usually gave her the upperhand.  However, this mother-fucker wasn't staying down.  Normally after a few punches they'd get the fact she wasn't going to back down- but this was one of those rare few.  The stupid.  The strong.  the arrogant.  Whatever it to be called, that weren't backing down either.  A match for her maybe?  

It didn't stop her rage.  That fucking asshole thought she didn't hit hard? Clearly she needed to hit harder.   "Have you ever heard of a debris cloud?"  Oh god.  He was talking again.  He just HAD to explain everything he was about to do, didn't he?  Why didn't she just shoot him?  Her mind wandered for a minute and the pain started aching.  No! She couldn't relax now.  She had to keep moving or the pain would settle in and slow her down.  

What was that about insects?  As if instinctive.  Her fingers flicked at the lighter.  

"Is that all you have?"  She smirked and acted as if none of this mattered to her.  "Afraid to hurt me, because I'm a girl?  How pathetic, are you.  A little demon whose afraid to get his hands a little dirty."  Well- other than the punch in her face.  Her body shifted only slightly away from the attack.  Thanks to her control of the adrenaline, it was almost as if the world was perfectly clear to her... or maybe that was whatever she was on?  She couldn't be sure.  He seemed mainly distance-oriented and just as he tried to scare her with his little bug 'attack', she raised her pointed finger and without the pose, simply fired a shot at his feet.  "If you can't give me a high, sweetie, you aren't worth the time."  

She wanted more-  it actually felt really good to her, but one taunt was worth another.  A smoke sounded good- again, but she highly doubted a fire could spark in the conditions.  Oh well...  Her eyes stared at him, with a hidden smile playing at her lips.  Yes, she was enjoying this, but she couldn't admit it.  She definitely didn't want to admit that to some demon guy. She also didn't want to tell him that for once she did feel a small tinge of fear.  The wind whipped around in a whirlwind of craziness.  One wrong step and she could be thrown and break her neck potentially.  Why did she fear- she had nothing to live fore.  Well- nothing except Ceri who would probably kill her again in Inferis.  .... Ironic.

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