18 And Life (Open)

12:15 AM
January 1st, 2012
St. Clemens Lane, London

Ricky was a young boy, and he had a heart of stone. He lived nine til five and worked his fingers to the bone. One little fight went down at a New Years party in a pub called George IV, and the kid found himself booking it from the cops. Ricky'd killed a man in that pub, but the most he was worried about was that his leather jacket was scuffed. They caught him, but something strange went down that night. He made a prayer that changed the entire world he knew. One off thought, and our little rocker was going for one hell of a ride.

"I'd sell my soul t'get outta this mess..."

"Would ya now?" The punk looked every which way, still being dragged off by the cops. Had one of them said that? No, they couldn't have, he hadn't spoken out loud. A chuckle rang through his skull. "Say the word, mate, and Billie Rotten'll do the dirty work for ya."

Ricky nodded, the police escorting him back to the car shaking their heads. Guy was drunk, they thought, so blitzed he didn't even know what was going on. There was one person there who knew exactly what was going on though. Well... Person isn't exactly the best word to describe Lucrum, but you know what? It'll do.

As the demon took control of the eighteen year old's body, the human's flesh began to crawl, his soul burned. He'd never felt anything like this before in his life, his adrenaline was pumping, but something was happening inside of him. Jerking back in the cops' arms, they grabbed hold of him tighter. Bad idea. As Lucrum became the pilot, pushing the kid's soul to the back and gaining full control, he flipped backwards, leather jacket slipping off. The two men dropped the jacket and looked at each other before they grabbed their batons.

"Nah, I wouldn't do that." Lucrum cracked his knuckles, then popped his neck. "Y'see, if I didn't get this kid outta this little pickle, I wouldn't be holdin' up my part of the bargain, eh?" As the two officers looked to each other, confused, Lucrum bolted towards them and grabbed hold of their arms, twisting them around.

"I'ma count t'three now, and I want y't'drop y'batons, got it?" The demon didn't even have to count and the two had already let their pathetic weapons drop to the ground. His lips curled into a smile, and he flipped the blonde hair that wasn't his out of his face. "Pleasure meetin' y'gents. Sorry y'ad t'be first t'taste my anarchy this year." He dropped the two of them and kicked one's head into the other, knocking them both unconscious.

"Now I'm off t'ave some fun. It is New Years, after all." Lucrum laughed with a voice higher pitched than his own, picked the jacket back up, and he stepped off into the night. It was always fun to fuck with humans on their holidays. The only question was, who would his next victim be?

Ah, midnight, New Years. The height of the world's greatest party. If any of Earth's pathetic holidays had any meaning to Eris, it was certainly New Years. This wasn't the first time she'd seen the holiday on mortal grounds. Foolish teenagers often summoned her on this day to try and 'shake the party up', being a demon of discord and all. They almost always got their wish,, just not exactly how they'd imagined it. Poor Violet was the most recent victim to this trick. She should've listened to her friends when they warned her about messing around with Satan's magic, but it was too late for that, they all happened to die.

After completing her "master's" wish, Eris decided that she would take the body on a little joyride. All the humans were having the times of their damn lives, why should she have to go back to boring ol' Inferis so soon? The teenager didn't have too much a choice in the matter, her screaming soul being nothing but a tickle to the demon's ear.

Stepping over a couple bodies on her way there, Eris took the girl to her closet, removing the blood stained party dress. After taking a moment to glance at her nude body in the mirror in despair and making a few remarks on how she could've done better, she began looking for a more "suitable" outfit. The teenager was apparently going through one of those "goth stages" as all of her clothing was black. She choose the most basic things she could find: a v-necked t-shirt, jeans, a leather jacket, and a pair of boots, all black of course.

The demon slipped out the back door right as the police showed up to the house, humming a cheerful tune all the way. After a easy fence hop, the black haired girl found herself in one of business districts of London. looking down the street, she saw several more police officers. It appeared they were attending to other business, however. She decided to walk in the direction of the scene. Anything remotely chaotic drew her in like a gnat to a light.

Focusing on the police scene, she felt her should accidentally-and forcefully-ram itself into a pedestrian. Even though it was her fault, and she realized that, she still yelled out in the body's accented voice, "Oi! Watch where the fuck you're going!" Turning to the person, she immediately noticed something off about him. It was a male, and he was wearing a jacket similar to her possessed body. He looked normal, but something was...off. Was he perhaps also a victim as well?

[OOC: Hope ya don't mind me bumping into you!]

Sirens were blaring again, this time in both directions. Some sounded farther off though, so the possessed body made its way down the road in that direction. A demon's work was never done, and this kid definitely wasn't out of his little pickle yet. Sometimes the mortals could be so prideful and stubborn in their work. One murder and you'd think they'd send the armed forces if this kept up.

Lucrum looked back to the bloody mess he had caused, reinforcements arriving just as he was out of view. Flipping his collar (well, not his collar, but you know), he hurried onward away from the panicking officers. Just as he turned his head, however, he found himself being bumped into by another human. She shouted something at him, but he wasn't really paying attention. She was gorgeous, and that was the first thing he'd ever notice about a woman like this. Easy prey.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm down, love..." He circled around her slowly, his voice high and calming, eyes laying themselves over every detail of the fine specimen. It wasn't every night an incubus had such a delicious meal simply bump into them. "Maybe y'd like t'tell me y'name, eh? Night's young and beautiful, no time t'waste it on the scuffles and dreary moments of e'ery day life." Leaning in close, behind her now, his teeth glistened in the night as he exhaled through them slowly. "The name's Billie, and the pleasure will be all mine."

This game was in the bag. No woman resisted his sensual call, every ounce of lust being drawn out from their souls. He wasn't just cocky, he knew he had this effect on everyone he did this to. There wasn't a mortal he'd taken interest in before that couldn't be seduced, and that definitely wouldn't be changing anytime soon.

The blond man not only ignored her shouted, but proceeded to sweet talk her. Every word he spoke was melodic in a strang way. She could feel the soul she was surpressing become almost instantly inticed by this man. And before long, the demon found herself a little interested as well. "They call me er-Violet, a pleasure to meet you on this fine evening." The girl responded, almost slipping up her name for her true demonic name.

The sirens grew louder. More of the force must've shown up on the scene yet. She was now certain that they had discovered the bodies, and were probably in th emiddle of organizing a manhunt for the culprit. A culprit that they wouldn't find until it was too late. Either way, she couldn't let them ruin her fun early. Especially after meeting this fantasic meal of a man. "Say, there's so many parties going on tonight, why don't we go crash one?" The accented teenager said, before spinning around so she once faced the man again.

She motioned towards an alley between a couple buildings that led to another residential district, likely filled with New years parties of all sorts. No, not likely. You could hear the damned fireworks and loud teenagers drowning themselves in alcohol. Something about this man was different. He was sexy, which was something Eris didn't often find herself seeing in filthy humans.

Moving towards the alley, she let out a whimsical chuckle, "Besides, we can't get fucked up in front of the pigs, now can we?" After her rhetorical question, she slowly began walking into the darkness. Perhaps this alley would be the end of one of them, but Eris wasn't counting on it being her. Or perhaps it was the beginning of something else entirely, something far mor ebeautiful, and far more terrible...for the mortals, anyways.

"Too true, love." Lucrum's smile spread wide across Ricky's face, but then sunk back as he heard the kid's voice in the back of his head. Some spiel about how he'd never go after a chick like that. He wanted to argue when this would probably be the finest lay he'd get in his life? Fuckin' mortals.

"Listen, mate, I'm in control now. I call the shots. You made the deal, so let's just sit through the night and enjoy it, got it?"

He chuckled and followed the girl off into the alleyway as the young man's soul trembled back into the passenger seat. She was definitely an interesting one, spunky, not afraid to call the shots. She had no idea how bad Lucrum had been waiting to find another girl like this. A girl with, metaphorical of course, balls. You just didn't see them like you used to, hell he hadn't met a girl who actually made him want to work for it like this since the 80's.

"So, Violet," He started as he slid next to her, one hand hanging limp in his jacket pocket as they walked through the alleyway. "What's a fine bird like y'self doin' flyin' 'round these parts? Would expect t'find you somewhere else, backstage at the Stones? Maybe even the Pistols if they were still 'round?" Small talk, it was the worst part, but not like he'd never done it before. Lucrum would have continued, but something caught his eye. Lights. Lots of lights, but not the blue and reds of police.

"Would y'look at that?" His grin was back, and bigger than ever. Some rowdy teens were throwing a party in the lot up here, more than likely not even concerned with the police out and about. The demon could smell it in the air, his lifeblood, liquor. They were definitely drinking, and soon he would be too. Letting out an excited laugh he turned to Violet and raised an eyebrow. "Fancy a drink?"

"Hey! Haven't you caused enough damage? Like give me my body back! This wasn't the deal!" The teenaged girl screamed out, causing Eris to grab her head as if in pain for a split second. Billie hopefully didn't notice it. "Listen you fucking cockroach, I'm using this body now. If you want it back in one piece, I suggest you shut your whore mouth." She angrily 'thought' to the girl's voice in her head, which actually successfully quieted her down.

As the man moved closer to her, he began to speak about such bands as the Sex Pistols and the Stones, and why she wasn't hanging with the likes of them. In actuality, she had hung out with the likes of them, or at least one of them. It wasn't in her mortal life of course, being long deceased. In fact, it wasn't in the mortal world at all, but in the dark world of Inferis. "Funny you should ask, mate, I actually hung out with Sid once or twice." The apparent teenager commented, referring the Sex Pistols member Sid Vicious. Anybody who knew anything, of course, also knew that he passed away. Over thirty years ago.

Before she could say anymore about the matter, they both were interrupted by yet more police lights. The attractive blond however, was not phased by this, in fact, he seemed like he was actually excited. And why wouldn't he be? Police usually meant some sort of violence, and any kind of violence got Eris' blood flowing. "Oh this is about to be legendary!" The girl yelled out, not to Billie, but to the whole damn neighborhood.

Something was different about this mortal she was spending time with, and she loved it. Returning the man's chuckle, she released a rather annoying sounding laugh, not hers of course, but the host body's. It was high pitched and nasally at the same time. "Damn kid, that's your laugh?" The demon asked the host in an insulting way. She didn't respond. Good. She listened. "Let's go get completely arseholed!" The black haired girl yelled again, and this time, it was directed at Billie.

Strangely, she was already forgetting about sinking her teeth into him. It was of course, always a thought, but it was less of one with him...liking a mortal, was that even possible?

Lucrum had taken a note of her mentioning hanging out with the bassist of the Sex Pistols. This girl was insane if she thought she'd hung out with Billie Rotten before, if she had, she would have recognized him standing right here, no matter the body. After all, this demon was the one who orchestrated the Sex Pistols' entire career, jumping from member to member before finally sinking his fangs, metaphorically of course, into Sidney. Still, there was the matter of how young this broad was. She had to be pulling his leg.

Walking into the menagerie of teenagers as if he'd been personally invited by the host of this shindig, a flare about his step as he walked. The partying and dancing around them only seemed to grow to an even grander scale as he presented himself, letting out a hearty, "WHO'S READY T'SPREAD SOME ANARCHY?!" as he made his way to the table at the far end of the lot lined with the booze he so sought after.

Not even checking to make sure if Violet had followed along, he picked up a bottle and began gulping it down until it was about halfway out. He leaned on the table then, Ricky's body not used to consuming as much alcohol as the demon needed to enjoy himself, let out a short belch, before piping up with a shaky, "So..." He then straightened himself up and sighed longingly. He needed more, but the kid couldn't take it it seemed.

"Violet, y'say y'hung out with Mr. Vicious?" He still didn't turn back around, pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose before letting out something between a bark and hasty exhale. "Surprised the name Billie Rotten don't ring any bells for ya then. Don't quite look the part for someone as old as ya'd have t'be, eh?"

Billie wasted no time getting to the party, forcing Eris to pick up her pace to keep up with him. The man had already made his way into the center of the crowd as she finally caught up to him. She casually walked in, taking a beer from the first wasted teenager she saw, then proceeded to knock him out with a quick and unsuspected sucker punch. A couple of the boys who witnessed the fight cheered her on, then proceeded to move the unconcious drunk to the alley and continued partying as if nothing even happened.

Chugging the beer, she forcefully made her way through the crowd until she found Billie again, who was leaned over a table with a half a bottle of liquor in hand. The possesed girl walked up to him, throwing her now empty bottle on the ground, causing it to shatter. "Now that's a grand way to start a party, I'd say." Noticing that he didn't respond, she moved in closer and leaned back on the table, facing the opposite way of him. She listened to his charming voice as he once again brought up Sid Vicious.

After he was finished talking, Violet let out another annoying chuckle, this one being far shorter than the last. "Yeah, I guess if that's what you wanna call it. I was fucked on LSD at the time, and I don't really remember it." She nonchantly poured herself a glass of the nearest liquid she could grab, which just so happened to be an almost empty bottle of vodka. "Yeah, I suppose I don't really look four hundred years old." After speaking, she took a gulp of the vodka, not caring too much about this girl's liver or throat. She threw out her demonic nature like it was no big deal whatsoever. Besides, if Billie was just a mortal, he'd figure her for a liar.

"That's cute." Smiling once more, he grabbed up the bottle again and took another swig. Lucrum then stuck his tongue out, a heated sigh passing through his lips. "But a baby compared t'me, love. It's 'ard t'still look this good after millenniums pass by." He'd already figured her out. The reason why she hadn't simply been pulled along by a leash to his siren call, how old she claimed to be, everything. She was possessed to.

"Oi, so what's y'real name, Violet. Hope I'm not really talkin' t'Asmodeus, I know 'ow that bloke gets sometimes." A smirk fell in place upon the face that wasn't really his, a tiny glimmer showing in the eyes that were Ricky's as he turned to face her. He was going to make another comment, but stopped as he found a hand on his shoulder.

"Ricky, where'd ya run off to, mate?!" The guy sounded pissed, and, as Lucrum turned, he could feel the kid's spirit drop twenty below. Apparently, this guy was friends with the man Ricky had killed before being possessed. Humans just didn't know when to give up on something.

"Went t'ya mum's, thought I'd show'er 'ow t'party." A vein nearly erupted from the guy's forehead at those words, a growl passing through his teeth. Looking down at Ricky's jacket, Lucrum could see beads of spittle that had fallen onto it. "Really shouldn't mess wit' a guy's clothes if y'know wut's good for ya, PLEBE."

Jerking away from him, Lucrum slung his arm back and sent a punch flying straight into the punk's nose. This guy wanted a fight? He'd give it to him. He could deal with the Violet problem later, nobody fucked with London's Boogeyman, especially when he was drunk.

It was apparent that the man that stood before her was no mere human either. Good. She didn't want to admit to liking a mortal. Her was also apparently much older than she was, but this didn't seem to concern her too much. After all, many demons were older than her. "Perhaps you may know me as Mockingbird, or more commonly, the Doppelganger. I much prefer to be called by Eris, though." Answering his question in the same demonic language, smiling all the way. The possessed girl finished off her vodka, and was about to break into the bottle itself, but was rudely interrupted.

Apparently, one of the Billie's victims wanted revenge, or something. The demon posing as Violet really didn't know what was going on at this point. It was all starting to become completely chaotic. Which was exactly what she wanted. "This is fantastic!" The girl yelled out, before grabbing the bottle of vodka she was thinking about drinking and slamming it in the nearest person's face. The unfortunate party goer screamed out in pain as the glass stuck in the skin and the alcohol burned the cuts even further. As the two fights broke out, the pair of demons had successfully stopped the party. Everyone was now gathering in a large circle around the two fights, cheering and yelling out insults in a drunken slur.

The girl dressed in black took off her leather jacket, setting it on the table. She then proceeded to walk over to her opponent, who was just starting to get up. Eris extended the girl's hand, a sin a gesture to help the man up. He took the bait, and she helped him get back up on his feet, right before violently throwing him back down, face first. The glass further dug it's way into the poor soul's face. She hadn't been paying attention to her new friend's fight until this moment. "Kick his ass, Billie! Fucking kill him!" She shouted out like a member of the crowd, before nonchalantly stepping on her opponent's back, taking what could only be described as a "Captian Morgan stance" as the twisted and turned her boot, which made the weak human make several painful sounding bone cracking noises. She wasn't paying attention to this, still more concerned about her little demon friend's fight, which was probably far more interesting.

Lucrum's head began to spin as the people roared around him, his vision blurring. The beast was rattling its cage, begging to be set free, and he wanted so much to heed the power's call. A greater demon than he, bound to his soul and forced to only witness what another could do with his strength, and even then it was only an ounce of water in the ocean which was its relentless force; its ever expanding hunger for pure pandemonium a constant rumbling in the incubus' gut. Alas, it was impossible here on Earth. Only in Inferis could he even taste the might which was Behemoth, even though he knew so little about the spirit he called forth to change himself. The claw would come in handy, but he was more than able to kill a man without it.

Just sit back and watch, eh?

He kicked the man back as he sprang forth in attempt to tackle the possessed attacker, his boot sending the older bloke falling to his ass. A sinister grin worked its way back to him, and he let out a roar somewhere between fury and maniacal bliss. Onlookers seemed stunned that such a bellowing call could pass from the lips of a young man, but they quickly resumed their cheers for slaughter. They wanted blood, and Billie Rotten loved to please his audience.

As the other man brought himself to, rubbing at his head, he opened his eyes and looked up just as Ricky's boot collided with him a second time. This kick, however, crunched into his jaw, his lip busting open and red flying to the ground below along with him. The demon slowly stepped closer, the crowd seeming to draw inward around them as well. No escape in sight, panic spread itself over his face. A once enraged man with a feel of power brought down to the level of a worm.

"Y'ear that, mate? They want ya 'ead, and I'ma give't to 'em." A chuckle crept from Ricky's lips, one unrecognizable to those who knew him. This was the laughter of an incubus, but more importantly, the laughter of a being of pure chaos. Anarchy had made a firm grasp over this party, and, with the cops out looking for two killers elsewhere, there was no stopping it. Lucrum grabbed the man by the collar, heaved him up to eye level, and his free hand gently stroked the man's face, his visage calming as he looked into his eyes. "Non habetis imperium." Then came the twisted, murderous grin once more. Lucrum threw the man over the crowd and into a table, the wooden construct breaking beneath his fall.

"Stultum."

"Because I need to. You read the book! You knew what you were getting!"

"Violet" dug her thick boot further into the man's back. He yelled out in agony, yelling about his back being broken. The assaulter didn't even hear his cries, too busy fighting with the mortal soul in her head. The crowd was no longer paying attention to her fight, turning to Billie, who was making a spectacle out of the slaughter.


The weak mortal fell silent again as Eris took complete control. She slid the body from under her foot towards the crowd like it was a piece of trash. He didn't get up. Nor was he making any more sounds. Not only that, but the crowd once again directed their attention to the possessed girl as Billie disposed of his latest victim. She had just yelled out a vile tongue that had never even so much as graced the ears of half these mortals. Eris looked around the party, before realizing her mistake and quickly dismissing it as Greek. The party resumed shortly after.

But not for long. A pair of loud sirens accompanied by a flashing red light soon took the attention of the party goers. In an instant, every underaged alcoholic grabbed their booze and ran away like they never had before, trampling the bodies. If they weren't dead before, they would be now. The police had finally made their way to the neighborhood, but the rest of the squad had yet to be notified. There were only two patrol cars, one on the street and one that had pulled up in an alley shortly after. The demon only counted four armed police officers, but there was also a lot of chaos form the fleeing drunks.

Yelling above the chaos, she shouted in Billie's general direct, "So what you wanna do? We can run away... She proceeded to crack the girl's knuckles. "Let these bodies get arrested and go back to Hell..." She then went on to crack her neck, which made a couple loud snaps.

"Or we can go out with a bang. Your call."

"Sorry, love, I'm gonna 'ave t'say no t'both those." Lucrum looked around before running back over to the table lined with various alcohols and jumped up onto it lightly. Meet me 'round 'ere again sometime, yeah? As much fun as a showdown with the police would be, he'd made a deal with Ricky. He had to get him somewhere safe and hold up his end of the bargain, right was right, terms were terms. Squatting, he pushed himself up from the table and into the fire escape of the building. A gunshot rang past his head, and it was then he knew he had to get the hell out of Dodge, and fast.

He climbed up as fast as possible, skipping every other step as he made his ascension to the top of the building and onto the roof. He'd run all night if he had to, Lucrum could take it even if Ricky would want to stop. After this he'd drop the body somewhere decent and safe to sleep, and in the morning it'd seem like a bizarre dream. That was the plan anyway, and if it went right both participants in this deal would be getting their rewards.

As he continued to run, he thought about that other demon he'd met. Eris actually had him fooled for a bit there, had him believing she was a fine human bird. In truth, Lucrum hadn't really ever enjoyed other demons, mortals being much more interesting and appealing to him. Still, there was something about this one that gave him the chills. He'd would never admit it, but he knew he'd been the one tempted into tempting. Urges were urges, jobs were jobs, but when you start to shit where you eat it was never anything but trouble.

"Damn... I need another drink..."

Eris let out a disappointed sigh as her new friend declined her offer to get into a rumble with the police. You got lucky this time. As Billie ran off, Violet soon followed, no longer finding a fight with black and white any fun. In fact, with the other demon's departure, she wasn't finding the mortal realm fun at all anymore. What was this feeling? Usually, she would never turn down a chance to bash some skulls in.

"Maybe it's-" The teenaged girl started to regain control of her body, but was quickly silenced once again by the demon, who didn't wish to hear the last word of her sentence. Dammit, he just had to go and ruin all the fun. She thought to herself, before running herself. The possessed girl was probably one of the last to flee the scene due to being caught up in her thoughts. She had hopped a privacy fence and caught a glimpse of Billie Rotten jumping from rooftop from rooftop.

"Fuck."

It appeared that she hadn't ran fast enough, as one of the more fit officers tackled down her slender teenaged form. It was a quick arrest, as the demon no longer wished to 'aid' the girl. She had done her part, and by morning, the girl's life would certainly be far more interesting, just as she had wished. it would be all over the headlines the next day and the following weeks to come, about the horrible little girl who managed to slaughter so many people. Violet Eisenhower, an honor roll student and artist, would be blamed for all the cruel murders that were committed this night. In a way, this did Billie's client a favor, who wasn't suspected of any of the charges. Eris left the body confused and betrayed, returning to the fires of Inferis.

"Oh, we will meet again, Billie Rotten."

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