I've Come to Burn your Kingdom Down [Victor]

[verityredwyne]

There was a distinct chill in the air, and the temperature was dropping. But she didn't care, she loved to see her breath dance in the air. The woods were nothing but a maze and she loved the deep power that was rooted in their ancient bones. Winding through the trunks of these old creatures gave Verity a nice sense of belonging, of tranquility in her usual chaotic life. Her hand brushed the bark as she walked by, feeling the life force of each individual tree, "Such a shame they kill you now," she murmured, stopping for a moment as she glanced up a large oak tree, her neck craning a little, "Why should you have to die to let the humans live?" As stupid as her elders thought her some time with her wild shenanigans, she was still very in tune with nature.

It would be a crime not to be, it was the source of her power with the old religion, everything that flowed with magic was nature itself. Humans have been knocking that out of balance for centuries now, and it grew even worse with the witch hunts. The States was the worse, and Verity was beginning to wonder that if one day, her and her family would not be able to step foot in the country for being rendered powerless. At least Ireland knew when to keep its beauty, even with the wars that rage inside of it from time to time. But her thoughts could not dwell on such things, they were out of control her control for the time being.

There were greater things that bothered the young Priestess, things that annoyed her to no ends and that were the demons. She began to wonder how long their work had been playing out, and maybe that was even why some of the witch hunts even began. They created their 'witches', silly humans who sold their souls to the devil for a bit of power. It created chaos in the magic world, it was something that should not be allowed for it upset the balance. Plus, these mere humans had no idea on what to do with their powers. Verity rolled her eyes at the thought of them just winning some stupid garden of the year award. It made her anger grow a little more, the wind picked up a little stronger now as it whipped around her.

"Control yourself," she chastised herself now, she wasn't drunk, there was no need to get carried away. This only enforced Verity into why she liked to drink though. She didn't have to be alone to her thoughts and her IQ. However, there was something else here, something not natural. Verity turned, glancing back from which she came and her eyes narrowed in pure hate. She was not alone, somebody was out here and there was power emitting from them so it was no mere human. But where, the woods took up a vast quantity of space, could however this was be this close?

Not likely, and so she tossed the thoughts aside for now and started to walk again. Her hands dragging off the trees, and the wind began to blow gently once again. Still, that sense, she could not get it out of her head, and suddenly, Verity found herself very welcomed to the fact that her strongest point was the elements. With that nagging feeling though, she began to realize something, and her lips curled with a minor discuss. There was a demon some where about. Her fingers flexed a little, her bones cracking at the very thought of chewing out a creature from hell, "Show yourself," she muttered under her breath now, watching the shadows twist and bend, waiting for someone to show up out of thin air.

occ; yikes, a little rough, but it will get better =]

[victor]

Walking the woods was not a particular favorite of Victor’s, but tonight felt different. It was cold, the wind was blowing… Seemed perfect for a demon to go out and maybe make a few blood stains on the earth. Honestly, Victor was on vacation from doing any major jobs for Lucifer for a while. He wanted to cause a little havoc, which was nothing new to this white eyed demon. He had done plenty of chaotic things… Killing was among his favorites though.

As he made his way through the woods, he heard someone walking, crunching leaves beneath their feet. She was loud with her steps, he could hear her from a hundred feet away. Victor made himself disappear from sight and walked silently to intersect her at a point in the woods. He listened to her, talking to the trees. He could sense something about her, she wasn’t a human, not quite. She was something different. Not a demon… Not far from a human, but he couldn’t quite pick out what it was.

Victor waited just a few steps in front of Verity when she stopped. She knew he was there. The demon smelled the air and held in his laugh. Her words coaxed him into wanting to appear, just to please her. Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, Victor presented himself in front of Verity. ”Well hello there, witch.” He couldn’t help but smile. Oh how it had been a while since he had run into a witch. Personally, Victor never took a liking to them. Sure, they did cause trouble every once in a while, but it always seemed to be for the good of the planet. Or for revenge, but those were mostly the newer witches.

”Are you having fun talking with your lifeless friends? Do you enjoy hugging them when a branch breaks too?” He had no intentions of killing the witch, nor to attempt to. He just felt like pissing her off a bit, which probably wouldn’t be hard with his skills. Oh the joys of making people mad at him… Victor loved the feeling

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[verityredwyne]

She still could sense it, somewhere there was a demon within the woods. It was very odd in a way, should it be so far away from civilization where it could cause all sorts of mischief with the mortals. Funny how she thought the gates had been closed, yet they just came out like a flood of water, "Guess Hell's empty," Verity muttered under her breath, "Cause all the devils are here." Her eyes searched the woods, narrowing as the presence seemed closer. Behind her? No, in front of her, and just like that, she found herself staring at a man. Tall and lanky, and rather sinister looking. She did not enjoy the way he was smiling.

Her arms were hanging out her sides, but her hands flexed, her fingers moving as if forming around a ball that she had been holding, "Witch?" she asked, her lips curling into a snarl as she stared at the demon, "Don't you dare call me the same thing as your soulless, wannabee magic users." Her temper was flaring, and suddenly, she wished she had a drink on her, or that she was already drunk. Verity's head was pounding a little, maybe it was from a hang over, or the annoyance of being sober and left with her IQ. Or, it really could just be because she was with a demon of all things right now. Words could truly not express how much his kind annoyed her.

Mostly for creating these 'witches' though, the possession thing could go either way. Plus, there was that whole end of the world thing. The more she thought about it, the more the list seemed to grow in her mind. Either way, she wasn't one of them. Her magic was old, her magic was natural. She was a priestess, not a stupid witch. Something told Verity that he didn't care though, demons didn't care about anything until they were getting sent back to hell via exorcism. They stood there in silence now, it was hanging in the air like a deadly weapon and neither one of them seemed to be speaking. Verity would not crack though, not to the likes of him.

Verity's temper flared though at his mentioning of the trees. Anger spiked up in her like being denied sex. There were some things you just didn't say to her, no being one of them, insulting trees and the life force being another, "They have more life than you," she snapped at him. Behind the demons, the roots started to move and the grass was being pushed up and up rooted as as they slid towards him now, "And they are better conversationalists as well. I bet that human you're wearing would be a lovely conversationalists too if you weren't inside him."