forum Contracts (CLOSED)

Started November 01, 2018 by @KoffeeOwl

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She took his hand like a princess being asked to dance. "Sounds lovely."

Zackary dug his ‘disgusting foot’ in between Gram’s lungs, or if you wanted to get technical, on his breast, almost next to his heart.
“Who am I? Who am I?” He thundered, his black wings flapping angrily across their length. Their color seemed to leak down onto his back and down his legs. It was a smooth transition into his Demonic Forme. His hands had grown sharpened claws instead of his normal fingernails, he seemed much slimmer and eerily taller and long-legged. He bent down over Gram his sharp, white teeth glimmering as he pulled them back in a wicked smile.
“I’m afriad that’s the last thing you’re ever going to utter, pretty boy.” And with that, and a swift, powerful, especially bloody bite to his neck, Gram was dead, his neck severed severly off of his shoulders.

He starts to walk with her “so Lillian do you like the park at this time of year?” He says looking at the tree he was in it dripping with red from Well him.

"Depends." She shrugged. "Victims seem to rather enjoy the park, so I do as well. But the colder months really seem to drive them inside and make it so much harder for me."

“Ahhh” He says looking all around “me to although the people are amusing to watch I quite like the trees but the trees I like the best are bushes in fact!” He says walking her over to a bright red bush in the middle of the park. “It’s called a fire bush because in the fall they become so red that they look like they are on fire,” He looks at her then back at the bush. “And in the summer they are a dark red almost purple!” He says excited that he could tell someone that finally.
)ok(

She admired the bright colors of the park, subdued in the fading light. "Yeah, my mom had a couple of these planted in her garden when I was growing up." She pulled her hair back for a second, revealing the mark of the left side of her throat before letting her hair cover it again.

“Well have you ever seen swans?” He askes that being said living in a city that had one or two parks it was quite hard to find swans but when he was little his mom would always take him to go and see them in a cave off the side of the park. “I know where to find some if you would like to go and see?”

Gram prepared to scream as the thing shifted but it came as gutter gurgling sound as his head was severed. Juliet heard it all as she cowered in her bed, eyes clenched shut. She didn't dare move, she hardly breathed, afraid of what would happen. Afraid of what she might see if she left this room.

Is he dead…? Is he really gone?

"Um, no, I've never seen a swan. I've heard they're mean though. Sure, I'd love to see one." She shrugged. Why not?

Zackary waved his hands and with a tiny pop Gram’s corpse was gone. Zackary returned to his Human Forme and shook out his sleeves, rubbing blood off of his face. He looked down to notice blood on the carpet.
“Dammit. Welp, all good kills include cleaning.” He trotted to the kitchen to find any type of carpet cleaner.

“Ahhh ok then let’s go!” He takes her hand and starts to walk towards the cave near the river. “We’re going to be there soon and yes they are mean,” he paused “but I know how to dismantle them!” He says chuckling.

"Good to know!" She wasn't sure if she wanted to trust this guy yet or not. After all, he was covered in blood and she wasn't even sure if he was human or not which was never a good sign.

He walks in and makes a call. A swan with gray on his feathers waddled up to him. “Hello pip my how you have grown old!” The swan makes a honk sound and waddles over to Lillian “now don’t do anything stupid pip and where is pup and the little swanlings!” He asks Pip made a honking nose and another honk responded “ok I’ll leave you with her and don’t hurt he ok pip.” Pip makes a annoyed honk as Lovino walked farther in to the cave leaving Lillian with Pip. “I’ll be back in a minute Lillian!” He calls.

"Um…okay?" She looked down at the swan and waved, kind of confused. Her phone buzzed and she pulled it out to look. She sighed, reading the message. "Alright, I have to go." She glanced at the swan again. "When he gets back, tell him I had to go but I'll see him soon for me, okay? Thanks." She put her phone back and took off, bolting out of the cave and towards her next job.

Pip honked ‘so rude at least Lovino is here Pip will be happy to see him’ Pip thought as he waddled to the back and heard laughing. When he got to the back Lovino was sitting down with his kids all over him. One loud honk later and everyone was asleep.
)gtg ttyl(

She loved this feeling. The wind in her hair and the squeak of her Nikes against the pavement, flying off to another adventure. She neared one of the alleys and slowed, taking extra care to be absolutely silent. She could hear shouting, one boy and one girl. She smirked. Aww, couple goals. She snuck through the alley, blending into the shadows. "I can't believe you!" The girl screamed, tears streaming down her face. "You're being irrational!" The boy yelled back stepping close enough to her to be intimadating. "I swear, I'd kill you if I didn't love you so much." He growled. "Oh but I would." Lillian finally stepped out of the shadows, not giving them time to react, and slit their throats with no hesitation. She watched the blood spurt out everywhere, including on her. "Aw man I just got this shirt cleaned."

“I don’t know… I just came back from- I don’t think my dad would want me out…” Erik mumbled, slightly on edge. He’d never been in a situation like this, although he had heard of people being mugged around these parts of town.

Sariel nodded to herself a few times, and then looked back to Avilasa. "For someone who wants to avoid deaths you sure don't seem to care about those coincidences of yours." She said, her tone finally taking on something other than monotonous rambling. Now, as she spoke, Sariel sounded somewhat amused.

Avilasa shrugged, a small, humorless smirk in her face. “I prefer that I personally oversee deaths. Of course, there are times where I just relocate people or bribe their silence. I prefer less deaths that I have no control or part of. But death, of course, is my specialty. Death is my merchandise.”

Sariel soon sat back down on the floor, and crossed her legs in an attempt to take up a bit less space. "Hm, ironic." She said, her mind drifting to what Avilasa had said earlier. The product of a human and a demon. It wasn't entirely unheard of, but half-blooded children were somewhat rare. Usually, if the mother was a demon, then the child wouldn't ever be born thanks to the woman's violent life-style. If the father was a demon, however, he was almost guaranteed to be sterile. Both of those things make it difficult. Sariel thought, keeping her head up, although her eyes were drifting from place to place as she thought.

Avid glanced at the demon. “Sit on the sleeping bag. It’ll be more comfortable.” She turned away, straining the poison tea and pouring the liquid into a contraption and sealing it tight. “You seem to be thinking. Care to share?”

"Should I clean up the bodies?" She laughed to herself. "Nah, who am I kidding? It's more fun to be a killer on the loose." She watched their souls writhe around on the blood soaked blade of her dagger with a devilish delight.