Destruction Is So Mainstream [Kraith/Open]

[Abaddon]

February 3rd
7:28 PM
Helsinki, Finland

Helsinki was a fun place to hang out at times. It was definitely more interesting than most other mortal cities, composed of several small islands. It was on one of these smaller isles that a child sat on a dock, staring off into the cold February sunset. She was poorly dressed for the cold country and his age, wearing only a t shirt and a pair of jeans. And on top of this, she was eating a cone of candy coated ice cream which he was messily slopping into the water below. This dark haired child appeared less than normal, her retinas changed into a deep red color. he was in fact possessed, and not by his own free will, by the Lord of Destruction: Abaddon.

What was somebody like the Destroyer doing in the mortal realm? Well, he frequently went to Helsinki. Why? Because he enjoys to fantasize about sinking it completely, much like it's Infernal counterpart, the Black Toile-er, Sea. While enjoying "her" frozen dairy treat, the child was pinching far away buildings between his index finger and thumb of her free hand, giving him the personal illusion of squishing them. With every building he "destroyed", he giggled in a fierce and obnoxious manner. The few pedestrians that traveled the docks looked at him in a funny manner, taking note of his odd behavior. Abaddon wasn't exactly hiding that he was a demon. Besides, he couldn't, anybody that had any knowledge of Inferis would be able to sniff him out a mile away.

Few approached him besides for a few dock workers who told him it was past curfew, in which he responded with a strong "no" and refused to move. The men could do very little after this, as nobody really wanted to manhandle a little girl that they didn't know. With his current body, he could do very little to do any harm to these people, but he would eventually find a way. That was his current activity, his current challenge: to see how much damage a ten year old could really cause. And on top of that, a female, which was generally regarded as more harmless in this mortal world. Well, at least that's what Abaddon heard.

He currently had a couple ideas, and one involved a discarded railway spike that was only a few inches away from the child's small frame. She had picked it up earlier and brought it to this location, still pondering what exactly to do with it. Simply stabbing somebody wouldn't be all that destructive, he needed something bigger. He began to turn the girl's red eyes towards the hulls of the docked ships, bringing a wide smile to her face. Oh, he had an idea. Dropping her ice cream cone in the water, the girl picked up the spike and began to make her way towards the boat, looking for a way to get close to it. Her long black hair flowed in the night wind as she examined the ship, holding the weapon behind her back.

"Maybe not an island, but a boat will do just fine.~" The girl sung to herself in a quiet tone, not paying attention to anything but the vessel...

[Kraith the Hipster]

Hrm. Earth was such an odd realm; that fact didn't really even surprise the hipster that it thought such thoughts after only being a demon for a short time, compared to many others. Or... Was Earth odd? Well, many thought Earth to be odd; Kraith supposed that it wasn't that odd, Inferis was far odder. Though, quite a few believed that as well, so it's mind quickly adjusted. Inferis and Earth were both rather dull and uninteresting; nothing odd about either. And the hipster demon, the ultimate contradiction, was by far the most normal and uniform of them all, by no means original and weird. Perfectly the norm.

As such, it, or in this case, she, seeing as it was possessing its sister, Adelina, per the usual contract between the pair, was enjoying a perfectly normal cup of the finest coffee, a blend only ordered from the secret menu, and one which was by no means out of the ordinary. But as Kraith sipped the elixir, a thought struck the androgynous demon's mind; well, if normality is normal, perhaps it should be odd. Would truly be for the best. So Kraith was odd once more, although the masses assumed that it was normal, boring, uninteresting, while they gloated about their own uniqueness. There, much better.

As it walked, it came upon a shipyard. The piers seemed empty of people, bar a few workers, and the ships were vastly unheard of, few people even bothering to stop and look at them; perfect. It was still a fine hour of the evening, and Kraith had little else to do, thusly stepping onto the wooden planks of the pier. No wonder few people seemed to be around, looking at the ships; the boards beneath its very feet cracked as it stepped calmly across them, confident that, despite the shoddy craftsmanship, it was safe enough.

But even as Kraith did so, it managed to detect something. Something... in the air. Something that just felt... off. Peculiar. Or so the common ignorant, trend-following, conformist, otherwise simply mundane and pedantic perkeleen swine would assume. To the great Hipster Deity, it was something of little to no concern; caring for such petty signs was sooooo mainstream. If there was one thing Kraith absolutely wasn't, it was mainstream.

Unless the mainstream fell out of style, and nobody was mainstream. For Kraith is, quite simply, that one. The one dissenting antagonist to all that comprises a belief in a universal opinion; there were some facts Kraith didn't believe, to be honest.

But, much as one would like to hear more about Kraith's existential quandary, pondering the political platform of his mental anarchy from the norm, we simply must return to reality.

Where we last left off, Kraith had turned a corner, and, quite oddly indeed, come upon a child, a little girl by the looks of it. A little girl with dark hair, muttering to herself in English. "Just fine for what, pray tell?" Speaking in a tone not quite male, nor female, as customary of Kraith, further accenting the appearance of Adelina, its twin, and nearly as androgynous as the hipster itself, Kraith stepped a bit closer, adjusting the red jacket hanging languidly from its arms, not bothering to even so much as cover its shoulders, a matching hair of fiery red flowing behind somewhat messily, and further still, scarlet-hued eyes, the sole sign of the possession, really only noticeable to those properly in the know.

"By the by, what might the spike be for? A bit of fun, perhaps?" And it needn't even be concluded; the demon's tone carried the hidden message embedded within its words; I am quite bored, you know; certainly, I could help you with your little game, dear child?

[Abaddon]

"Just fine for what, pray tell?" Some sort of weird mortal voice caught the child's ear and her attention, turning her glaring ruby eyes to the manwoman. She looked it up and down, unable to tell exactly what gender it was at all, but presumed it was a male. Or a female. No, a male. "Hi mister lady!" It was the voice of the child and not the demon, sounding youthful and innocent. She tossed the rail spike from one hand to another as if it were a toy, paying no mind to the injures it may cause, but skillfully avoiding them at the same time. The child looked into the thing's red eyes, taking note of them and almost immediately dismissing this being as possessed. "By the by, what might the spike be for? A bit of fun, perhaps?"

The plainly dressed girl laughed, her whole face lighting up in innocent joy. "Jus' playin' darts!" With this giggling statement, she held the iron spike still in one hand and held it like a pencil, aiming the point towards the bottom of the somewhat rusted hull. It must've been an old ship as the wear and tear was showing, but back in it's day it would've been a stellar example of a ship to fish on. If you were into fishing. Or even fish for that matter, which the demon personally thought tasted disgusting without tarter sauce. With a flick of her tiny fingers, the makeshift projectile stuck into the mark with a loud thunk. It must've hit a weak spot, which was not at all a coincidence, as it began to crack profoundly from all sides and angles of the hole, causing larger chunks to flake off. This of course ultimately led to water breaching the mobile fishery and triggering it's slow descent into the waters. "Bullseye!"

The child with the vicious aura sighed after this, already bored with her little game. The boat would probably only sink so deep, as the docks were fairly shallow. that was no fun. And besides, there likely weren't any people on that vessel, or even if they were, it's not like they would die. Unless if by a freak and unlucky act of nature, of course. That was unlikely. She turned to this androgynous human once more, now the center of her attention. But really, how long could this gentlething keep Abaddon, the Eleventh King of Impatience, interested? Still playing along with the act even with his impossibly hard to hide features and aura, the girl ran up to the black haired native and grabbed his wrist, giving it a few playful tugs like a child would do to their mother to get her attention. "I want candy! Give me some!" She wouldn't let go of her grip on the manwoman's slender wrist, which was surprisingly strong for such a young kid, probably a benefit of the possession that was going on.

[Kraith the Hipster]

Mister Lady? Hm. For a moment, Kraith contemplated this, not quite knowing how to take this new, yet never-before used, title bestowed upon the (queen)king of hipsters. It was definitely original, would probably catch on years later. Heartwarming, really, the kid hipstered up a new moniker for THE Hipster. Alas, it was likely unintentional. "Now hold on a minute, I'm obviously qui-... erm..." Brought up a question, though, one Kraith had really forgotten the answer to; what was its gender? Odd how soon gender could be forgotten, discarded, once unnecessary. Identifying with a gender at all was so mainstream anyways. "I suppose you're right then, Mister Lady is suiting." Kraith watched as it spoke, as the little girl tossed a railroad spike from one hand to the other. Quite dangerous, really. Could get hurt. Or not, really, as getting hurt by dangerous things is so clearly mainstream. Being impervious to danger is much more hip. Or... Maybe not. Superman was always a popular one, he was.

Kraith cocked an eyebrow to the girl's answer to its question, however. "Darts, you say? With a railroad spike? Do explain, I can't say I've ever seen anyone do such before." By no means a mainstream form of the game, surely. Watching intently, Kraith could only grin in amusement, somewhat shark-like teeth revealing themselves in such action, as the girl landed a splendid shot- on a nearby fishing ship. It was almost sad to see it go; back when the androgynous demon was but a lad, that ship had been in fine running order, hauling in all sorts of things. Crab, lobster, shrimp, and all assortments of fish. "Ah, a pity... It was such a nice ship back in its hayday, you know. Splendid, shot, however." And quite an unusually gifted shot. Something struck Kraith as odd, now. Perhaps this girl was no mere girl, after all.

Even as she tugged at its arm, it noticed a peculiar coloration to the girl's eyes. Red. Not a pale red of albino eyes, either, it was a more scarlet, simply... oh, what's a good unusual comparison... grapefruit-flesh red. Yes, that one's never been used, it's clearly superior to bloody red or cherry red. Splendid. "Candy? Haven't got any, I'm afraid." Feeling the child's grip was surprising, really only confirming its suspicions. Brushing back a red lock of hair, Kraith gave a quite hipstery sigh, in that way that hipsters sigh. Were Kraith more powerful, older, or really just more noticeable, the self-proclaimed 11th and a half archdemon would have become apparent by this point. Alas, it was generally considered more a nuisance than anything, so it was probably for the best that nobody was aware of its identity. Still, KingQueen of Hipsters was a title few could boast. Like they'd want to anyways.

As Kraith pondered, an idea struck its brain. "Though, if you really do want candy, why don't we find some? With the two of us working together, I'm sure finding some candy would be as easy as... Well, robbing a candy shop, of course!"

[Abaddon]

"Candy? Haven't got any, I'm afraid." The little girl sharply let go of the manlady's arm at this point, letting out an overexerted sigh of disappointment. No candy? If there was no candy, there was no fun. Or something like that. Regardless, something really had to be done about the lack of sugary treats, like seriously. The little city destroyer was getting fairly restless, even with the whole ship sinking thing. "Though, if you really do want candy, why don't we find some? With the two of us working together, I'm sure finding some candy would be as easy as... Well, robbing a candy shop, of course!"

Now that was certainly a fine idea. Instead of instantly responding, the dark haired girl took a few steps away from her newest companion, raising a finger to her chin in thought. What an interesting idea, but even though the possessor was searching through the child's memory banks for the closest location for such a target, he was having no luck. "Hmmm..." The girl let out a noise to further enforce the fact that she was "thinking". her red eyes soon turned to her pocket as she brought her hand down and reaching inside of her jeans, pulling out a slightly crushed and damp cigar. She then pulled out a silver butane lighter from her other pocket, flicking the trigger which activated the small torch and lit the deathstick that she appeared to be far too young for.

Blowing out smoke at the lady, wait, man, no, manlady, that was right, the girl's red eyes looked up into the other's. "Gee mister lady, you sure do talk a lot!" He persisted on with the whole innocent child act, even if it was pretty much broken to hell at this point. Hehe, hell. "Well then, why don't ya take us to the candy shop?" What a line to completely reveal one's true nature, the voice of the girl changed dramatically into a deep and strong voice speaking demonic tongues. The voice would harm the ears of mortals, literally, as it wasn't meant for them to ever hear. Or maybe it was meant only for them to hear. Abaddon was a bastard like that.

A few locusts scuttered around the child's feet before taking to the skies in a buzz, and if the other possessed human were to try to harm them, well, that wouldn't be the wisest of ideas. She was simply awaiting for he/she to lead them to the most sweet target.

[Kraith the Hipster]

Ah. Well, it seemed not having any candy on hand made the little girl, or whatever it was, upset. Honestly, who carried candy on their person anyways? Gum, maybe, and perhaps the elderly had those hard candies that nobody but old people liked, but nobody carried chocolate in their pockets, that was ridiculous. Quite a silly notion in fact. Or was the child asking ironically? Asking if there was candy to be had, knowing there was no such candy, and in fact not even wanting candy, just asking such that in the event candy is to be had, she could enjoy it for the sake of it being so overhyped by the rest of society. Except... Well, that was something only hipsters could pull off. This kid was a n00b hipster, if a hipster at all. Internal scoff.

Or maybe she was SO hipster, that she had decided hipsterdom to be mainstream, and renounced her hipsterdom and all of the ironically ironic things with it? Psh, Kraith was way more hipster than THAT. It had surpassed hipsterdom into the highest echelons of hipsterdom over a SERIES of renouncing hipsterdom as mainstream. In its eyes, all but its pretties and its sister were NON-HIPSTER PERKELEEN PLEBEIAN POSEURS. And lame. SOOOOOOOOOO LAME. Only hipsters were cool, obvious, given they were "hip," titularly.  Or were they cool? Being cool is rather mainstream. Nobody wanted to be lame, though. So yeah. Executive decision; hipsters are lame. But in an ironic way, they called themselves lame, because lame is such an avoided word by the non-elite. Idiots. Have no idea how lame it is to be lame, bwahaha!

After suggesting a good old fashioned- but obvs retro, hadn't been done in a while- candy store robbery, the hipster demon watched the child step away, in pondering thought. As she pondered, she drew a cigar and lit it. "My, that's fairly unexpected. Hmm... It really is the mainstream thing for young children not to smoke cigars though; I have to say, it is a refreshing change. " Very hipstery. Though that dissipated as the child blew smoke into Kraith's face. It frowned, sighing. "How cliché..." The child then went on, saying that Kraith spoke too much.

Well, certainly! The hipster had much to speak about! All manner of things in fact. One of which soon came up, as Kraith cocked an eyebrow in response. The child... Well, wasn't a child. It spoke in a masculine tone, completely unnaturally, and in Demonic.

"How do you always manage to find the possessed children, Kraith...? THERE CAN'T BE THAT MANY, SO YOU CAN'T BLAME PROBABILITY." And Adelina had woken inside the dual brain of the hipster-sister duo. Her voice was notedly more feminine than Kraith's, which edged the fence between manly and girly rather impossibly well. But then the red-head's somewhat irate expression shifted to that of cool aloofness. And scoffed. "They find me."

"Mhm. Suuuuuure. I'll believe that when the Black Sea dries up."

"Oh, quiet, you. Ahem.... So, you. Candy store, right?" Didn't even ask or gesture for Abaddon to follow, nor did Kraith wait for an answer. It simply walked off, withdrawing a can of Pabst Blue Ribbon from seemingly nowhere, and drinking a sip, directing itself towards the nearest retailer of candy. Off-brand candy. None of that mainstream crap.

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