"Graves.
That's all I've known, my whole life.
Or rather, that's what my life has always been about.
Oh! Didn't see ya there, mate. Sorry about the rather, erm... "gloomy" introduction.
I'm not used to getting that many visitors, or should I say ANY visitors at all.
Where have my manners gone?! I forgot to introduce myself! Well, it's not like I have anyone to introduce myself to anyways, people usually know who I am straight away. I mean, the black cape kinda gives it away, doesn't it?
By the way, what'dya think about that gloomy introduction of mine? Sick, isn't it? Agh, dammit, I should stop using illnesses as a way to describe things. I'm pretty sure yall humans don't even find it amusing, am I right? Does the word "sick" bother you? Oh my! Please don't tell me YOU'RE sick! Man would I feel bad! I mean.. you do look kinda pale now that I think about it... Are you okay? Was it something I said? Hmm..."
The tall figure narrowed its silver grey inhuman eyes suspiciously at the skinny man standing next to the grave of a certain "Claire-Marie Bourgeois". In one swift motion, it jumped from the adjacent tombstone it had been perched on moments ago and started walking toward the now shaking man. As much as its presence and words froze and terrified him, he couldn't help but study its movements. It walked in a cat-like way, with such elegance he had never seen before. Silver eyes were the only visible features of the creature's face, but their intensity and beauty were enough to intimidate any living- or dead. The silhouette stopped about a meter away from the stunned man, allowing him to discern raven black hair and swollen, full, red lips.
A girl.
"Damn right, I'm a girl. Got a problem with that, mate?" asked the Raven in a menacing and accusing way." Now, where was I? Ah! Right. You wouldn't happen to be Benjamin Bourgeois now, would ya?"
The guy froze. How on earth could she have guessed his name? That was simply impossible!
"First of all, honbun, it's how in Hell. Second of all, shucks to be you, B! Looks like raping Naomi Grand and dumping her in a lion's den is gonna cost you a lot!"
The Raven's eyes suddenly shifted, turning pitch black. Anger and power were radiating from her, causing the rapist and murderer to take a couple steps back, just as the menacing creature in front of him walked towards him in the same seductive and elegant way. In the blink of an eye, her cold hands were around his neck, pulling him closer to her, until she finally crashed her lips on his and started kissing him angrily. Shocked, Benjamin didn't react at first. But as the kiss went on, he felt this adrenaline bubbling up inside of him, soon followed by euphoria and a sense of lust. Her grabbed her face with his hands and returned her kiss, enjoying every inch of her lips.
And suddenly, it was all over.
The caped beauty dissolved into thin air, only to reappear on the tombstone she was first perched on at the beginning of their encounter, a grin displayed on her face. She stared at the terrified Benjamin, who was still gasping for air and trying to clear his senses of the intoxicating emotions that had overtaken him just seconds ago. Slowly, the Raven licked her lips, before a cold laugh escaped the swollen red things.
"Easy there, Tiger. Seems like someone was enjoying their death kiss way too much!"
As the rest of the color drained from the soul that was soon to be hers, another excited laugh escaped her lips.
"Aw man, am I gonna have fun taking your life!"She then took a more serious tone, and looked at the horrified Benjamin with her dark penetrating eyes. "Benjamin Bourgeois, for your crimes committed in the realm of the living, and for the stealth, torture and disrespect of an innocent soul , I condemn you to an eternity in hell. May my siblings teach you how to respect both Women and yourself. Hawia, fer-lo patir, després arrossegar-lo a l'infern!"
As these last Catalan words left her mouth, deafening thunder was heard, followed by blinding lightning that illuminated the nightly sky. And just as silence settled, a loud cry filled the atmosphere. It was then that the ground started shaking in front of the panicking Benjamin, who, no matter how hard he tried, could no longer escape his fate. For once your name had been called, and the panther of hell summoned, there was no amount of running, hiding or pleading that could save you. And before he knew it, a hole had been created in the ground before him, allowing the black panther to emerge out of the Abyss and jump on him, torturing him and ripping his flesh with a ferocity only Lucifer could have created.
And just as he had watched Naomi Grand be eaten alive by lions the night before, there stood the Raven, chilling on a tombstone, a bag of chips in her hands, listening to the sweet sound of revenge that were the bloody screams of her 47th victim for that night.
"Graves.
That's all I've known, my whole life.
Or rather, that's what my life has always been about.
Watching lives come and go, cutting throats and breathing tubes.
Ah! How lovely their pleads, screams and blood splattering sound,
To the Grim Reaper of Lust!"
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Lust: Reborn
Fantasy"Graves. That's all I've known, my whole life. Or rather, that's what my life has always been about. Watching lives come and go, cutting throats and breathing tubes. Ah! How lovely their pleads, screams and blood splattering sound, To the Grim Reape...
