Journey in a city

Begging

Sabiha yellow eyes sink into his stull, developing large bags, his pupils dilate, his mouth swings open, with a string of saliva leaking out over his bottom lip, and the feeling of heat makes his rags unbearable to wear, for the sight before him shacks him to his core.

Cerulean blades had found their ways in his two friends; the base of the blade come out were the neck met the torso, following the curve of the kusarigama, it leads to the base of the chin, then the loosened jaw, with tongue stamped to the roof of the mouth, ending with the point of the blade protruding near the hairline of both Anniyah and Zack. His eyes follow the single strain of blood that comes from the peak, streaming down the forehead, building upon the eyebrow, following the natural curve of the face. When it reaches the closed eyes of the victim, as if they fell into a deep sleep, the blood follows the crease of skin where the lips and cheek meet, until it pools at the chin where the stream comes to an end. That tension of the liquid holding itself together while gravity attempts to bring it to the dark misshapen earth. All being released with a sudden drop.

Sabiha's eyes follow the crimson now taking in the sight of the other beggars. Their appearance mirrored; the blood in a state of flow, the expression on their face, even where the crimson landed on the left boot. Then he sees what made that original splat in the mud. Daggers of steel layflat catching the light of the tavern, which was no less than 20 paces from their current spot.

Looking back into the void that stretches between the corpse, he sees a faint unholy red glow appear. From the blades lodged into the skulls, a shape begins to appear. The illusion begins to relieve itself to the man. Along the hilt of the blades, a slender yet muscular appendage, like the body of a snake with the texture of human skin with a red pigmentation, leads itself to the upper back of the figure with red eyes. This figure's eyes glow a deep red and whisper a spell as she reveals herself to the still stunned man. Hunched over like a predatory cat isEvelynn with legs spread, knees bent ready to pounce, adamantium claws replacing fingers, the two leashens sprouting from between her shoulder blades, the flaming eyes now adorn vertical pupils, and a glowing symbol of the crescent blood moon upon her forehead.

The blades retract from the skulls, nearly splitting their heads in two, leaving the bodies to fall into the mud and sink from the impact they make. The leashens take their place besides Evelynn. They cross behind her back, creating a seat that she leans back into with the end blades stopping at her palms. Taking her index and middle claw, she pets the kusarigama. The tips of the claws hold a string of elastic blood that she begins to play with. Her face, while still beautiful, is overpowered with the increase of red, from her eyes emoting a faint red glow, to her maroon hair pulled down below her shoulders. She continues to play with the blood until the tension breaks,resulting in the liquid flowing down her claws and into her palm. Evelynn sticks out her tongue seductively, licking up her claw to taste the blood, all while maintaining eye contact.

"Wh-What have you done?"

"So it does speak," Evelynn says while playing with her freshly cleaned claws

"Why are you here Devil?"

"I should be asking you that Angel."

Her response is met with a moment of silence. The sound of the wind is the only one that dares to speak over the tension in the moment.

"It's your nature as tiefling to kill unprovoked, born to bring strife to those you surround, only to be used as a plaything for pleasure. For your kind knows no emotion besides pleasure from pain." Sabiha states as he regains his resolve. Fixing his posture and dropping the rags to revival his perfect muscular body, with the streaks of gold following veins and a steel short sword at his side. "How do you plead demon?"