Kumiko Ishihara (dracu_vamp) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-02-10 17:32:00 |
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WHO: Kumiko Ishihara (closed(
WHAT: The grief crazed vampire witch starts on her revenge
WHEN: Mid afternoon
WHERE: Business district
RATING: High for NPC death
STATUS: COMPLETE
Some believed that vampires could not love. That the soulless demons were incapable of such an emotion. But they were wrong. Demons could love. They could love truly and deeply, with as much passion as a human in their own way. And when such a love was broken a vampire's grief was a thing to behold.
Kumiko loved her boys. There had been many others throughout the centuries, passing fancies she stayed with for a decade or so before the novelty wore off. But Raidon and Toru remained with her eternally. Loyal. Powerful.
And now one was dead. Toru had been taken from her and her rage made the world shake.
The Champion would know pain. The city would know suffering, feel her agony as if it were their own. While Raidon ranted out his grief, Kumiko schemed.
It was one of the pathetic little mortals on those strange little boards that gave her the idea. Hell on Earth the woman had said. Hell on Earth she had asked for.
So Hell on Earth she would get.
Despite the blazing February sunshine, Kumiko stepped out anyway, a parisol protecting her from the worst of the deadly rays, her own power protecting her from the rest. She walked down the streets of LA, clicking her fingers every now and then to telekinetically snap the neck of a random bystander or two.
Evetually she stopped, her gaze travelling up the side of the building before she nodded with a firm smile. "This will do," her sing song voice came out clearly, causing some people to look confused at her. If she wasn't so consumed by rage she would have giggled at the attention. As it was she merely focused before shooting up into the air, flying to the top of the thirty storey building and perching herself on the roof as she turned her attention to the building opposite.
And then Kumiko Ishihara, student of Saga Vasuki, focused her power.
Clouds began to swirl and form above her head, blacking out the sun as some streaks of lightning began to dance across the sky. She began to mutter in a language older than any mortal world, bending the realities around her to her whims. The stonework of the building opposite began to twist and deform as the people began to scream. The bricks began to melt away to show mottled flesh, a stench of death filling the air. There was a roar as the creature grew a mouth, teeth, fangs, a howl that made the foundations shake. Still Kumiko focused to create her monster, tentacles growing out of the sides to reach and grab the fleeing people.
It wasn't quite Hell on Earth, not quite. But it was a start. Kumiko looked pleased at her results, her grief feeling a little easier to handle with each human sacrifice.