This wasn't happening.
"Ara, I really think we should find someplace el-"
He snapped his mouth shut at the proceeding glare the fiery young werewolf threw him. Ara glazed over him with her eyes curiously (maybe even a bit hungrily) and pressed on after a moment or so. Luka let out a deep, slow breath but it did nothing for his nerves. He'd mentioned living on the beach once in passing and Ara instantly set her sights on finding a house there at once. It was best to indulge in Ara; at least, that's what Luka thought at the time. That is, until she found the very place on God's green Earth Luka spent as much time trying to avoid as his birth home up for sale.
Of course it was.
Ara started rambling like a child in a candy store, saying who knew what, but Luka couldn't hear her. Stepping over the threshold into the heart of the house twisted the Time Demon's stomach into a mess of knots. He could swear the room was starting to spin and he squeezed the door handle tighter in his grasp to keep him leveled. Jesus, it was just as Luka remembered it. He blinked several times, mistaking the vivid avalanche of memories as visions, but they refused to cease their assaults all the same. Although the walls were bare and the furniture absent, everything began to appear in Luka's mind's eye as he once knew it to be. The couch that had so many food and drink stains, the dining table with it's scratches and colored marker streaks, and the tree - it all came back to Luka in the span of time it took Ara to walk to the glass wall overseeing the bank of a small beach. How many times had he'd washed up on that accursed land, as the waves washed away a new aspect of his life with every crashing wake...
"Luka?"
The Time Demon shifted his attention back to Ara, her brow drawn in confusion and concern. It could be that Luka was practically ripping the door handle out of its socket from all the weight he had been applying to, but he was only spitballing on that one. Thoughts of anxiety licked at the edges of Luka's mind but he smiled in reassurance, hoping it would distract Ara as he set up walls around those memories in a portion of his mind.
"Sorry, I, uh... stomachache." Which wasn't a total lie but a lie nonetheless.
Ara regarded him again but shrugged, the excitement of being a new and beautiful home consuming her thoughts. "Look, Luka! Isn't the view wonderful?"
Luka stared at Ara, who's back was turned to him as she watched the swell of the waves upon the beach. She was so full of life and spirit, a striking contrast to the Ara he first met and knew... the one who had helped learn to love again. It was fortifying, seeing her so happy with a unmistakeable spark of light behind those amber eyes...
Yes, thought Luka fondly, the view certainly is wonderful.
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Ashes to Ashes
If there was a time where he wished he really, could die... it would probably be right about now...
"Luka! Are you listening to me? I mean.. do you even have a job?!"
Damn... she really was gorgeous when she was angry... flushed cheeks... pouting lips...
"Luka!"
He blinked at her and frowned, Oh yea...
"Listen, babe, I got you. Dont worry about it!" He grinned, knowing all too well she couldn't resist it. But that grin soon disappeared when he saw that angry glare she bore down on him.
"Babe? Babe?! You listen here, Lu-ka."
Eep, he didn't like the way she said his name.
"I will not live under some bridge, or in some park. I expect you to find us a home. And don't. Call. Me. Babe!"
Well hell. She had some spunk.
He threw his hands up in defeat. "Alright, alright! Get you a home, got it. Its easy! I mean. . . how hard is it to get a job? And a good solid house?"
He was sure at least THAT would have calmed her down, but of course, fate had to throw all that to Hell. Her eyes held a dangerous, murderous stare. Her tone was frighteningly calm as she spoke, "How HARD can it be? Luka, do you even have a career? Considering the fact that you look about 30 and you still don't-"
His burst of laughter caught her mid-sentence and she stared at him questioningly.
"Sorry! Sorry, continue."
Ara's eyes narrowed on him.
"What's so funny?"
"Oh. . . its just. . . nothing nothing, go on."
"WHAT IS SO FUNNY. LUKA."
Gees, this woman needed to learn to calm down!
"Calm your tits, woman! I just thought it was funny because-"
"ARGH!"
Shit!
Ara launched herself at him and he committed his first mistake; he thought she wouldn't draw blood... so he didn't block. That mistake was quickly corrected when her claws dug into his chest.
Good fucking gods, this woman was aiming to kill him!
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Execution
God, why hadn't he seen it sooner? He had been so engrossed with Ara, he had pushed aside the visions to give her his upmost attention. His precious Ara... But they were right. The world had fucked him up so bad... and he didn't give a shit. He'd made his decision.
Then again, reckless decisions are what lead him to get into this mess.
They lead him, more like dragged him, forcefully to the barren ocean's crest where the sun's bright rays dipped peacefully beneath the horizon line. If one's taste was more toward the scenery of dirt, earth molded rocks, and endless waters, one might find the scene quite beautiful. Yet to Luka's eyes, the world he called home laid proof to the fact of its death; devoid of life beyond the time demons existence. There were no plant life. No animals. Even the sky itself was a darker hue of deep blue regardless of the sun's radiance. Truly, the Beginning of Time was a great wasteland.
The two assailants shoved him to his knees into the soft waves of the ocean's waters. He shivered only slightly at the cold touch of the rippling tides, but that would be the only sign of weakness he would portray. With the Limiter still intact, Luka shrouded his feeling of vulnerability beneath a veil of contempt. He was staring at the only people who could kill him. And he was near powerless to defend himself or escape. He hissed vengefully as he was shackled by modern day police cuffs and he saw in his peripherals an individual with a collar. Electric.
The largest of the two demons who collected Luka stepped into his vision and knelt before him. Luka recognized the blond only because he was a supporter of Mace. He could only assume the bald bastard was one as well.
"You know why we brought you here?" Luka made to answer, only to receive a crushing blow in his jaw as the demon punched him. Luka returned his cold, hardened stare to the blond, shifting his jaw until it snapped back into place. The demon grunted. "For the murder of Mace Lanterogue... and..." He threw another punch from the opposite side; Luka spat out a trickle of blood forming at the corner of his mouth. "For ignoring your duties as our rightful ruler."
Oh yea. Forgot that little tidbit. Damn, how had they survived without him? Luka growled as the other demon handed the blond the electric choker, designed to keep him from screaming for help. Not that anyone would come. If this was a tribe decision, no one would bother coming to save him. He was going to die. His blood ran cold as ice shot down his spine at this realization. No... after I just saved Ara... I have to be there for her!
A blow square in the face crippled Luka and stopped him from struggling against his restraints. The blond demon laughed in delight. Fucker. This wasn't torture... this was his execution. It was going to be a long one, at that. The demon opened the choker, a sneer contorting his rugged face.
"Any last words?"
The bald demon grabbed Luka's hair by the fistful and pulled his head back, exposing his scar ridden neck to the blond to better apply the electric collar. Luka grunted, mentally cursing and fucking them over to the deepest pits of hell, but he remained calm. Make your last words count, Luka. For Ara...
He closed his eyes, concentrating, his face that of pure serenity. The sweat ran lightly over his broad chest as it rose and fell with every breath, the rising tide soaking him up to the waist, and his focus entirely on that of Ara. Yes, he'd made his decision... and he was going to go through with it no matter what.
Taking in a deep breath, he spoke with clairvoyant certainty as he sealed the bond. "Until the very end of time."
Then again, reckless decisions are what lead him to get into this mess.
They lead him, more like dragged him, forcefully to the barren ocean's crest where the sun's bright rays dipped peacefully beneath the horizon line. If one's taste was more toward the scenery of dirt, earth molded rocks, and endless waters, one might find the scene quite beautiful. Yet to Luka's eyes, the world he called home laid proof to the fact of its death; devoid of life beyond the time demons existence. There were no plant life. No animals. Even the sky itself was a darker hue of deep blue regardless of the sun's radiance. Truly, the Beginning of Time was a great wasteland.
The two assailants shoved him to his knees into the soft waves of the ocean's waters. He shivered only slightly at the cold touch of the rippling tides, but that would be the only sign of weakness he would portray. With the Limiter still intact, Luka shrouded his feeling of vulnerability beneath a veil of contempt. He was staring at the only people who could kill him. And he was near powerless to defend himself or escape. He hissed vengefully as he was shackled by modern day police cuffs and he saw in his peripherals an individual with a collar. Electric.
The largest of the two demons who collected Luka stepped into his vision and knelt before him. Luka recognized the blond only because he was a supporter of Mace. He could only assume the bald bastard was one as well.
"You know why we brought you here?" Luka made to answer, only to receive a crushing blow in his jaw as the demon punched him. Luka returned his cold, hardened stare to the blond, shifting his jaw until it snapped back into place. The demon grunted. "For the murder of Mace Lanterogue... and..." He threw another punch from the opposite side; Luka spat out a trickle of blood forming at the corner of his mouth. "For ignoring your duties as our rightful ruler."
Oh yea. Forgot that little tidbit. Damn, how had they survived without him? Luka growled as the other demon handed the blond the electric choker, designed to keep him from screaming for help. Not that anyone would come. If this was a tribe decision, no one would bother coming to save him. He was going to die. His blood ran cold as ice shot down his spine at this realization. No... after I just saved Ara... I have to be there for her!
A blow square in the face crippled Luka and stopped him from struggling against his restraints. The blond demon laughed in delight. Fucker. This wasn't torture... this was his execution. It was going to be a long one, at that. The demon opened the choker, a sneer contorting his rugged face.
"Any last words?"
The bald demon grabbed Luka's hair by the fistful and pulled his head back, exposing his scar ridden neck to the blond to better apply the electric collar. Luka grunted, mentally cursing and fucking them over to the deepest pits of hell, but he remained calm. Make your last words count, Luka. For Ara...
He closed his eyes, concentrating, his face that of pure serenity. The sweat ran lightly over his broad chest as it rose and fell with every breath, the rising tide soaking him up to the waist, and his focus entirely on that of Ara. Yes, he'd made his decision... and he was going to go through with it no matter what.
Taking in a deep breath, he spoke with clairvoyant certainty as he sealed the bond. "Until the very end of time."
Friday, May 18, 2012
The Beginning of Time
A place where the existence of time was naught, and the world was cold and dark and cruel. And yet for the monsters who ruled over time, it was nothing short of home. There was but simple pleasures in life; their barren wasteland of a world meant little to the time demons. Never mind that world was devoid of life, that it was mostly embodied by water, or that each and every inhabitant was nude without shame. They took pleasure in traveling in time, returning with interesting trinkets they had obtained and adorning themselves in the finest clothes. Those who were reluctant to leave their sanctuary were told fantastic stories of buildings that reached to the heavens in one era, and the reign of flying cars from another.
The head of the demonic brethren, Mace, prided himself as a great journeyman, surrounding himself with all of his material gifts. There was never a day that went without Mace engaging in fights with what he considered his lesser counterparts, or that he was fucking every female his eyes met. Yet, mysteriously, Mace avoided confrontation with a special demon, something which the other members of the species noticed. A lanky, well-dressed individual offered a cigarette he had obtained to the special demon in order to spark conversation.
"That mother fucker is scared shitless of you, Luka," the lanky demon would laugh, puffing smokes from the tiny cigarette. "I'd like to see what's got his panties in a bunch. Go one round with him."
Luka tapped the cigarette, the ashes falling into the lanky demon's hair. He jumped up in a frenzy, patting his head frantically while cursing. "Fuck, Luka! Shit!" The demon continued his panic attack until Luka actually cackled.
"Go screw Mace if your so enamored with him," Luka spat, throwing the remaining cigarette into the ocean water behind him. He leapt off the rock which he sat upon, walking over to the lanky demon. The demon, noticing Luka's approach, turned away in a frustrated huff.
"Jesus fuck, Luka, you're one impossible bastard. Not to mention cocky. Literally." He shed his overcoat, handing it to Luka behind him. "Not that your monstrously big dick bothers me, but flaunting it is not gonna kick Mace's ass."
"I'm not fighting Mace," hissed Luka, batting away the coat. The lanky demon tilted his head towards Luka in surprise. A malicious smile carved itself into the flawless face of Luka Lanterogue. "I'm gonna kill him."
They say it was a sight to behold. Upon returning from a voyage to modern day Paris, Mace's gaze met that of Luka strutting across his throne of material goods and dressed in Mace's black tank top and jeans. Noticing Mace's return, Luka smiled, his eyes burning with a dormant desire for blood.
Mace was livid. "Fuck off, Luka. That's my territory your waltzing on, princess." The ferocity in his voice, though present, was small and it instantly was confirmed to each time demon that Mace truly did fear Luka. Luka himself laughed at this realization.
"I want you to make me, Mace," growled Luka, poising eagerly in anticipation of a fight. Mace, hesitantly, stepped forward and instantly the two were engaged in mortal combat. Compared to Mace's rough, strong attacks, Luka was light on his feet and while his attacks were small, they were critical and graceful. Within the crowd of onlookers swooned every female every moment Luka would flex his muscles fiercely to attack Mace, the shirt tight against his skin. He paid no mind to them, his entire focus on Mace, who's strong attacks began to falter out of exhaustion. Seeing this, Luka saw the opportunity to strike. He called upon all his power and thrust a powerful blow to Mace's throat, ultimately severing his head. The scene dissolved slowly before the spectators as Mace's head flew from his body, landing loudly upon the dead Earth, and his body slumping dead onto the ground. Perhaps it was shock that Mace had actually been slain, but it can be agreed that the true astonishment was borne from the disbelief that Luka had actually slain his older brother...
The head of the demonic brethren, Mace, prided himself as a great journeyman, surrounding himself with all of his material gifts. There was never a day that went without Mace engaging in fights with what he considered his lesser counterparts, or that he was fucking every female his eyes met. Yet, mysteriously, Mace avoided confrontation with a special demon, something which the other members of the species noticed. A lanky, well-dressed individual offered a cigarette he had obtained to the special demon in order to spark conversation.
"That mother fucker is scared shitless of you, Luka," the lanky demon would laugh, puffing smokes from the tiny cigarette. "I'd like to see what's got his panties in a bunch. Go one round with him."
Luka tapped the cigarette, the ashes falling into the lanky demon's hair. He jumped up in a frenzy, patting his head frantically while cursing. "Fuck, Luka! Shit!" The demon continued his panic attack until Luka actually cackled.
"Go screw Mace if your so enamored with him," Luka spat, throwing the remaining cigarette into the ocean water behind him. He leapt off the rock which he sat upon, walking over to the lanky demon. The demon, noticing Luka's approach, turned away in a frustrated huff.
"Jesus fuck, Luka, you're one impossible bastard. Not to mention cocky. Literally." He shed his overcoat, handing it to Luka behind him. "Not that your monstrously big dick bothers me, but flaunting it is not gonna kick Mace's ass."
"I'm not fighting Mace," hissed Luka, batting away the coat. The lanky demon tilted his head towards Luka in surprise. A malicious smile carved itself into the flawless face of Luka Lanterogue. "I'm gonna kill him."
They say it was a sight to behold. Upon returning from a voyage to modern day Paris, Mace's gaze met that of Luka strutting across his throne of material goods and dressed in Mace's black tank top and jeans. Noticing Mace's return, Luka smiled, his eyes burning with a dormant desire for blood.
Mace was livid. "Fuck off, Luka. That's my territory your waltzing on, princess." The ferocity in his voice, though present, was small and it instantly was confirmed to each time demon that Mace truly did fear Luka. Luka himself laughed at this realization.
"I want you to make me, Mace," growled Luka, poising eagerly in anticipation of a fight. Mace, hesitantly, stepped forward and instantly the two were engaged in mortal combat. Compared to Mace's rough, strong attacks, Luka was light on his feet and while his attacks were small, they were critical and graceful. Within the crowd of onlookers swooned every female every moment Luka would flex his muscles fiercely to attack Mace, the shirt tight against his skin. He paid no mind to them, his entire focus on Mace, who's strong attacks began to falter out of exhaustion. Seeing this, Luka saw the opportunity to strike. He called upon all his power and thrust a powerful blow to Mace's throat, ultimately severing his head. The scene dissolved slowly before the spectators as Mace's head flew from his body, landing loudly upon the dead Earth, and his body slumping dead onto the ground. Perhaps it was shock that Mace had actually been slain, but it can be agreed that the true astonishment was borne from the disbelief that Luka had actually slain his older brother...
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