Isabella Di Pasquale | Pride (superb_superbia) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2012-10-18 23:57:00 |
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Current mood: | tired |
Current music: | Fun. - Some Nights |
Who: Pride [narrative, open to Greed]
What: I wish to do more violence
When: Late Thursday night
Where: Streets of Manhattan
Warnings: Violence, murder, an extremely pissed off Pride
Pride didn't talk much about went on in her head. It didn't do her any favors, and it usually ended up getting thrown back in her face. Envy and Wrath were the only two of her siblings, apart from Sloth, that she was on decent terms with. And that was fine with her, Lust and Greed deserved each other. Honestly, at this point, she was just doing it to watch Lust almost have an aneurysm. It was just too easy.
But tonight, she was going to take out some of her anger on someone else. Lust could bleed, but she couldn't die. Not permanently, anyway. And right now, she really wanted to choke the life out of something. Watch the light leave its eyes and know it wouldn't return.
She studied herself in the mirror before she left the apartment. Her chosen form this time around wasn't exactly human, even if it looked exactly like one of them. She was a creature of Hell magic, and the human facade was just a veneer. She dropped it, looking at her true appearance. She was a dark, shining thing, eyes burning with Hellfire. She practically gleamed in the right light, gleamed like a gold medal or first place trophy. It pleased her, in its own way. She looked like the dark side to humanity that she truly was, the pride that drove men to blind ambition, made them do stupid, reckless things to get what they were so sure was rightfully theirs. For fucks sake, she was said to be what caused the Fall from Heaven, the root of all sin. She was not going to let her slut of a younger sister get to anymore.
She left in a swirl of smoke and brimstone, on foot and dressed all in black, blending into the shadows that lay like a blanket over the city. The unnatural darkness had long since lifted, but New York City still had plenty of shadowy corners without it. The city was a hunting ground for gods and monsters, not that anyone knew that. And that was how she liked it.
It didn't take her as long to find someone as she'd thought it might. The girl was a dead ringer for Lust, and that would do for Pride. A kick to the backs of her knees brought her down hard, and it wasn't hard to use her superior strength to subdue her. She climbed on top of her, wrapping hands like iron around her neck. The human struggled, fingernails clawing at Pride's arms, but she never stood a chance. It only took a few minutes, but she eventually stopped struggling. She stood up and poked her head out of the alley, heading back in the direction she'd come. Maybe she'd be able to calm down a bit now.