Who: Yako and Lucifer What: A discovery, a cry for help to the worst person ever and...a deal. When: September 5th, evening Where: Niflheim's Library Rating: TBA Warnings: Lucifer, being Lucifer. Yako, losing it.
Yako shuddered and stumbled, knocking a few books off of the shelf she had been using as a guide rail. She inhaled shakily but exhaled too quickly, making her even more lightheaded than before. A soft, strangled sound emerged from her throat, the bastard of a laugh and a sob. God, she thought hazily, as her frame began to shake. I've lost it, haven't I?
This thought tore away any lingering tendrils of control she had and giggles, high-pitched and somewhat strained, bubbled up.
And they wouldn't stop.
She hadn't been able to concentrate at all recently--her phone was probably shattered somewhere in dozens of pieces. Simple tasks seemed frivolous. Boring. No fun. And if it wasn't fun...
"Then you shouldn't waste your damn time, Missy. Our damn time."
Yako glanced at the large black monster lounging on one of the various tables dotting the library. Oketsu had popped up more and more frequently when she was awake following the Nightmare Day. She knew she was losing it. Nobody else could see the nine-tailed fox after all. Still chuckling, she shook her head and reached for one of the books littering the floor because of her tumble.
A slim finger stroked one of the pages almost lovingly, before drifting over lazily to the thin edge. One swift movement and a faint sting later, black liquid oozed out. The dark thread slid out further into the room and thickened with each second. There was a beat of calm, broken only by Yako's broken laughter, before the Black Blood spiked out and began tearing at everything in reach.
...save for the small blonde on the floor, curling up into herself even tighter and rocking in mirthful agony.