|Saint Margaret | Marina Dragonetti (eat_me_satan) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2011-09-05 04:16:00
|Entry tags:||saint margaret, satan|
Who: Satan, St. Margaret, Amanda Lucas (NPC)
Where: The woods outside the city where all the terrible things happen
When: Saturday, 17th
What: I'm going to eat you. (Originally posted by Satan)
The human wasn't moving very much. She mostly huddled against a tree, curled in on herself to try and look smaller.She was still irritating Satan, though.
"Stop whimpering," he muttered. His inflection was distinctly snakelike, and his eyes had been slitted for several hours now. "It's getting on my nerves."
That just made the brat whimper more, and Satan closed his eyes and gritted his increasingly sharp teeth. He could feel wings moving beneath his skin, waiting to unfurl. He was close to losing control, and if that Margaret didn't get here soon-
She would, though. If there was one thing saints could be counted on for, it was never missing an opportunity to martyr themselves. So he waited.
As Satan knew, Margaret wasn't far off. Satan had told her where to be and she wasn't about to not show up and let the poor girl suffer for Satan essentially wanting to eat someone else. Oh no, Maragret showed up and she wasn't even afraid.
She stepped into the clearing, raising her eyebrows at Satan before looking to the girl. "Satan," she said, nodding once. "Let the girl go."
Satan grinned, showing more teeth than was strictly neccesary, and grabbed Amanda by the back of her neck. He more or less tosssed her towards Margaret before stepping forward.
"You see how much easier everything is if you just listen to me the first time around?" he said.
The girl, Amanda, stared up at Margaret without really seeing her. She'd gone nearly catatonic a few days ago, and hadn't been presented with any good reason to come back to reality.
Margaret knelt down so the girl didn't have to stare up at her. She reached her hands out to place on the girl's shoulders. Margaret could only heal if the girl believed and prayed to her, and Margaret didn't think that was going to happen here. Instead, she sent the girl waves of calm.
"You need to run," she told the girl. "Here." Margaret pulled her own cell phone out of her pocket. "Call the top number in the directory on there. It's my friend who is a detective." If she contacted Michael, he would find the girl, even if the girl got lost in the woods. The phone had a tracker on it. This was also Margaret's way of making sure Michael didn't interfere with Satan. If he did, it would just get worse. "You'll be taken care of, it will be okay."
Amanda stared up at her, clearly not comprehending very much at all. But a glance back at Satan was enough to send her staggering through the woods, towards where civilization should have been.
Satan stepped forward, eyes already narrowing into snakelike slits and his tongue beginning to fork. "You saints are all so easy. So eager to offer yourself up to something terrible."
Margaret stood, facing Satan without fear. She would be back. Still, she knew she could make demons feel incredibly uneasy if she wanted, and she did her best to send horrible vibes towards Satan.
"I am not eager for anything. But if it's this or let you harm an innocent girl, I'll take this."
Satan felt the disgust roiling off Margaret, and in the back of his mind, he knew that what he was doing was not going to end well for him. But that was all blotted out by a desperate, all-consuming hunger that only got worse the longer he was standing there.
He closed his eyes and let himself give into it.
It wasn't as natural as becoming a serpent. In some ways, it didn't feel natural at all. He grew scales and a tail, but his hands and feet twisted into claws instead of withering away. Wings, huge and bat-like, unfurled from his back, tearing what remained of his shirt off of him. He got bigger and bigger, until he'd have towered over an elephant. It hurt, and he roared, spitting fire as he did.
When his transformation into a dragon was finally finished, he looked down at Margaret below him. He smiled, as best he was able to. It wasn't a nice smile.
If Margaret was afraid, staring down a magnificent dragon in front of her, she didn't show it. She stared up at him, her jaw firm.
It was going to hurt. She might scream if he didn't make it quick. But she didn't run.
"Get it over with, Snake."
He had planned to draw it out. Like this, he had claws that could disembowel a person with one swipe. He could burn her. He could fly her into the air and let her drop.
But he was so hungry that his teeth itched and his stomach churned. So instead, he just lunged forward as fast as a snake, jaws open.
He cut her in half with one bite.