The Taste of Death (For Hawthorne22)

In a small quiet and peaceful forrest somewhere in Japan, a dark red swirlling vortex ripped open the earth and The bastard prince of all demons emerged from the firey pits of hell, on a quest for power. He sought the wild lamia known as Peta Ophidaste, wating nothing more than her flesh and soul for his amusement and benefit; caring nothing about what he had heard of her in the pits of hell he had just emerged from.

"Peta Ophidaste! My name is Virgil... I know you are here Lamia! Show yourself so that I may taste your soul and make everything that you are belong to ME!" Virgil roared thorought the forrest before laughing at his own statement. he knew the Lamia was near, and had no fear of telling the Lamia what he planned to do with her once he found her. He searched to forrest moving through the woods till he came up on a large lake around the inner edge of the forrest; he inpected it breifly before he kept moving, wating to draw the snake out.

A morsel as tasty as Virgil was unlikely to enter Peta's hunting grounds unnoticed, especially with such an obnoxious announcement of his presence.

Through a small tributary, Peta darted into the lake, staying submerged. She was unable to breathe underwater, but she had more than enough practice to stay hidden from this braggart.

A brief ripple across the pond would be all Virgil would make out as the Lamia would expertly slither into the tall grass, "Sssooo..." Peta's voice would be difficult to trace to her position, as, with the grace of an expert huntress, she would dart from grass to tree tops and back, surveying her prey and keeping out of sight for all but the most observant eye. "My reputation precedes me... even in this dissstant land." She would finally reveal herself behind him, standing up out of the tall grass and balancing a bit further back on her tail than usual, "You would not be the firsssst braggart with desssignnsss on my soul." Her tongue darted out of her mouth and her eyes flickered, sizing up her opponent.

A soft, quiet sniffle, and she would place his scent as something most definitely out of this world. Relaxing, she would smile, instinctively bobbing back and forth, "Mhmmm... you do look quite... delicioussss...." As she spoke, her tongue would dart out of her mouth briefly, a thin smile across her face.

Virgil froze in his footsteps as the Demon Prince heard the slithering echoes of a woman's voice around him, he turned his head to the left, then to the right searching for the voice around him. "The Lamia..." He whispered to himself with a smirk, licking his lips slowly in exitement as he summoned his scythe into his hands; searching for Snake girl whose soul he intended to claim for his own.

"Indeed... But I intend to be the last thing you ever see!" Virgil retorted turning around to face the Lamia only to find nothing again, her voice had a way of traveling as she slitherd stealthy circles around him. Virgil then turned around once more to discover the Lamia in front of him with her intimidating appearance that would either leave Fear or Lust; Virgil had the latter, along with a hunger to kill.

Virgil's eyes were fixed on the Lamia, as he stepped closer toward Peta, smirking confident and proud. "Interesting... I was thinking the same thing..." Virgil said licking his lips slowly as he looked Peta in the eyes; having no fear of the Lamia that he would intend to have his way with as he killed her with his scythe. "Tell me Lamia... Are you going to die quietly?"

Peta's eyes met his solidly, even as she bobbed back and forth hypnotically, "Mmm, when we are done, you should ask the last person to possse that query to me, demon" She let her head arch to the side and back with each bob. The scythe meant trouble, and a demon tended to be trouble by definition. This was not going to be easy.

The smart move was to vanish; let this braggart, barely a pup compared to Peta, expend his energies hunting for her. But it had been so long since she had a delicacy to match the taste of demon blood.

She slithered ever so closer to Virgil, continuing to stare at him, hoping to lull him into a more relaxed state. The fire burning in him was strong, but such unfocused impulses could be twisted and subverted with relative ease, if Virgil was susceptible to Peta's charms.

Virgil kept his eyes fixated on Peta's swaying head as he clutched his scythe in his hands, waiting for the right moment to swing forth and Decapitate the Lamia's head off; however he couldnt help but notice the tension and bloodlust within him starting to calm slowly itself down.

The Lamia slitherd closer to Virgil, whose gaze seemed to be almost hypnotic and intoxicating yet oh so soothing to the young demon whose firey spirit seemed to fade away slowly. He began to slightly exhale from his open mouth as he stared into Peta's entrancing eyes while following her movement back and forth, back and forth; until he had forgotten his need or reason to even kill the Lamia that had lulled him into a defenseless state as his grip on the scythe he wielded had loosed to the point it now simply hung in his hand.

"Y-Your Eyes... So heavenly..."

Peta's lips curled in a thin smile. "I know," she gave a sultry whisper. The demon had fallen hard for her. She had a chance... a brief chance before Virgil came to his senses, but a chance all the same.

With a start, she would coil her snake tail up and launch herself at Virgil, tackling him. Bringing both her tail and one arm to bear, she would try to wrench the scythe from Virgil's arms and her tail would whip out, tossing it into the lake. Turning back to Virgil quickly, she would try to rake her claws across his eyes and plunge her fangs into the demon's neck. At this range, his scent was difficult to resist and she could not resist taking a chance to sample her prey.

Though she was not exactly thinking so tactically at the time, a spot of demon blood would also be a wonderful advantage.

Before Virgil had known it, the sultry Lamia had already pounced onto him, knocking the demon to the ground as the dangerously seductive Peta had pinned him to the ground. Virgil would try to use his scythe but before he could bring it down upon her, Peta had snatched it from his hands. "No!" He cried out as she flung it into the lake, watching it sink slowly. Virgil then turned his attention to Peta, whose hand had been raised up high above Virgil's face before bringing it down across his eyes. "AGHHHH!!!" Virgil cried out as Peta's managed to shred his entire right eye.

The pain Virgil felt over his eye was extremely harsh, and while he was Immortal, Virgil was not above feeling pain, which was proved by his low cries of pain as he still felt the effects of his eye being slashed. Another cry of pain escaped from Virgil's lips as he felt the sharp fangs of Peta dig into his neck.

"Already wanting a taste of me, huh!?" Clyde said stuggling under Peta as he let out a groan of Pain and Sick Pleasure as Peta's fangs remained in his neck. "N-No! You wont have your way with me just yet!" Virgil said trying to roll the two over and get free of her clutches, hoping that dispite being a snake he could straddle Peta and deliver a series of furious punches at that lovely face of hers that Virgil wouldnt care if he damaged.

Peta hissed with delight as she sunk her fangs into the demon, lapping ravenously at the blood oozing out of the wound, and sending a bit of her venom into him at the same time. Given his constitution though, she would probably need to give him quite a bit more to have a real effect.

The rich taste of his vitae was intoxicating... so much so that she was rolled over with relative ease, only snapped back into the fight by her head being wrenched unceremoniously from her foe's neck. She cursed herself for getting so caught up. She had not let herself go like that in a century or two.

The sight of his shredded and bleeding eye filled Peta with a sick pleasure for the brief moment she had to take it in. Virgil's punches rained down fast and fierce. One clocked her solidly, knocking her head to the side and sending her black hair flying, but she recovered swiftly, covering her face with one arm and brandishing the other, trying to claw back at his face to do some more damage.

At the same time, her tail shifted under him, trying to slither around his waist and hook around him, aiming to squeeze him and pull him off her if he did not stop her.

Virgil continued to rain his fierce barrage of punches on the Lamia's face, not wanting to let up one bit as he struggled to keep the offensive pressure on Peta, while he wasnt able to use his scythe. A grin formed over Virgil's face as he felt his fist rattle the jaw of the Lamia; loving the sight of her head whipping back as her hair flew up over her face.

Virgil's smile faded however as Peta vicously clawed the left side of his cheek. "Aghhh!!" The Demon prince cried out, now having slash marks on both sides of his face. Virgil retaliated by lunging forward at Peta, clutching her neck before attempting to strangle her in desperation, before he was suddenly snatched up by the Lamia's tail; and pulled away.

Virgil wriggled and squirmed in the hold she had over him, wirithing in pain as Peta began to slowly squeeze his crushed body, spitting up quite bit of blood that draped over his lower lip and mouth, as he remained helpless in the lusty Lamia's vicious clutches.

Peta hissed with delight as she squeezed Virgil, shaking him in her grip as she slowly rose up next to him. "Not sssso cocky now, are we?" She taunted.

Her eyes shot over her prey before fixating on the blood she had squeezed out of him, causing her body to tense up, squeezing him tighter with a jolt. She could not help herself... his blood drove her wild. She rubbed up against him, licking the blood furiously. "Mmmmsssss...." She hissed happily, "I could drink you all up..." she looked up in his face sultrily, "Eheheee..." She chuckled before plunging her claws into his stomach. "Haha!"

With a grunt, she would try to hoist him up with her tail and claws and toss him aside to the ground unceremoniously. With a bit of that blood in her, she felt she could take on the world. Pausing to lick a bit more of the fluid off her claws and recover a bit from the exertion and contortion required to hold him, she would bolt forward, aiming this time a flying punch at his face, whether he was down or not.