Lucyfer
I made something that'll love me even when I won't
Damia hated the sun.
Starved and burning, the vampiress was only ignored in the crowd because she wanted to be. An illusion was wrapped as tightly around her as the cloak she wore was, making her invisible to all eyes. She staggered through them, careful not to touch anyone. Her vision blurred as if everything was on fire, the air waving and contorting every figure.
She was out for one reason, and one reason only: she needed money.
Money was an unfortunate necessity, since she needed to buy rooms at inns. She also needed it to buy animals. She disliked stealing the lives of animals from decent farmers, even if they all tasted terrible.
She thought her luck changed when she saw a rather large figure with a money bag around his waist. ‘Totem.’ Damia thought as her pale-pink eyes took him in, with his large wings and horns. He seemed distracted in conversation with someone, which made him an easier target.
At least, that was what she thought when she moved behind him and removed the pouch. Damia must have pulled too hard, because he turned right around as she drew back. Of course, he couldn’t see her, but it was clear in his eyes that he knew. It was also clear that he knew exactly where she was, as his vision lowered to her. “Give it back.”
‘Not possible.’ But his green eyes were unblinkingly staring at her. When she took a step back, he reached out for her.
She was the faster in that instant. She whipped right around and ran, feeling his hand graze her velvet cloak. He didn’t get a grip on it. She took a path out of the town, imagining she’d lose him in the alleys and back roads she took, taking that rather than the main road.
She didn’t realize until she was out of the town that he had chosen to fly, and even then, she realized it too late.
Damia couldn’t outrun him, but it didn’t stop her from trying. However, lack of food and the sun kept her speed from being any greater than a human’s, and she exhausted fast. Those were not the reasons for her sudden stop, though. Although the air before her wavered as if it were above a fire, it had not been discolored.
The air directly before her was terribly discolored, greens and pinks moving about in an oblong shape. She squinted, almost forgetting she was being pursued, at the strange bit of air. ‘Might be hallucinating.’ The Dragon Totem certainly didn’t see it when he landed directly in front of her.
Damia staggered a step back, but he reached for her, and this time he caught her around the neck. The illusion faded immediately. There was no point to it, after all.
Damia expected him to snap her neck, or demand his money back.
Those were not the first words, nor the first actions.
His expression shifted from anger to exasperation. He let her go. Unbeknownst to Damia, he understood the situation quickly. The heat that had been coming off of her and gave her away, for instance, was not natural for the creature. He felt the coldness of her flesh when his hand gripped her neck. She was only burning on the surface, an uncomfortable heat, but it didn’t reach her core.
Second, he knew those eyes. He knew what it meant as well. Hunger could drive a person to do crazy things, like steal money. He shook his head, “Keep it,” he decided. He could get more easily enough, and he wasn’t dying for it—not like she was.
The confusion on her face was priceless. He didn’t realize it didn’t just stem from what he said, but also from the shifting and multi-colored air behind him. At least, he didn’t realize it until he was certain he heard noise. He turned around, and at last noticed the oddity.
Starved and burning, the vampiress was only ignored in the crowd because she wanted to be. An illusion was wrapped as tightly around her as the cloak she wore was, making her invisible to all eyes. She staggered through them, careful not to touch anyone. Her vision blurred as if everything was on fire, the air waving and contorting every figure.
She was out for one reason, and one reason only: she needed money.
Money was an unfortunate necessity, since she needed to buy rooms at inns. She also needed it to buy animals. She disliked stealing the lives of animals from decent farmers, even if they all tasted terrible.
She thought her luck changed when she saw a rather large figure with a money bag around his waist. ‘Totem.’ Damia thought as her pale-pink eyes took him in, with his large wings and horns. He seemed distracted in conversation with someone, which made him an easier target.
At least, that was what she thought when she moved behind him and removed the pouch. Damia must have pulled too hard, because he turned right around as she drew back. Of course, he couldn’t see her, but it was clear in his eyes that he knew. It was also clear that he knew exactly where she was, as his vision lowered to her. “Give it back.”
‘Not possible.’ But his green eyes were unblinkingly staring at her. When she took a step back, he reached out for her.
She was the faster in that instant. She whipped right around and ran, feeling his hand graze her velvet cloak. He didn’t get a grip on it. She took a path out of the town, imagining she’d lose him in the alleys and back roads she took, taking that rather than the main road.
She didn’t realize until she was out of the town that he had chosen to fly, and even then, she realized it too late.
Damia couldn’t outrun him, but it didn’t stop her from trying. However, lack of food and the sun kept her speed from being any greater than a human’s, and she exhausted fast. Those were not the reasons for her sudden stop, though. Although the air before her wavered as if it were above a fire, it had not been discolored.
The air directly before her was terribly discolored, greens and pinks moving about in an oblong shape. She squinted, almost forgetting she was being pursued, at the strange bit of air. ‘Might be hallucinating.’ The Dragon Totem certainly didn’t see it when he landed directly in front of her.
Damia staggered a step back, but he reached for her, and this time he caught her around the neck. The illusion faded immediately. There was no point to it, after all.
Damia expected him to snap her neck, or demand his money back.
Those were not the first words, nor the first actions.
His expression shifted from anger to exasperation. He let her go. Unbeknownst to Damia, he understood the situation quickly. The heat that had been coming off of her and gave her away, for instance, was not natural for the creature. He felt the coldness of her flesh when his hand gripped her neck. She was only burning on the surface, an uncomfortable heat, but it didn’t reach her core.
Second, he knew those eyes. He knew what it meant as well. Hunger could drive a person to do crazy things, like steal money. He shook his head, “Keep it,” he decided. He could get more easily enough, and he wasn’t dying for it—not like she was.
The confusion on her face was priceless. He didn’t realize it didn’t just stem from what he said, but also from the shifting and multi-colored air behind him. At least, he didn’t realize it until he was certain he heard noise. He turned around, and at last noticed the oddity.
