Demon prison and assassin rp

"And she meant a lot to you," She finished, sitting up some. "So who was she? Your mother, sister...?" She made a gesture with her hand, letting him continue if he wanted.

"I see," She said, letting her eyes roam around the destoryed battle arena. "..If you don't mind me asking, how did she die? -- you don' t have to answer if you don't want to," She added in an attempt to be reasurring.

"Ah, " Her voice paused as she considered this. "At least someone else didn't kill her." She said, trying to be comforting.

OOC. I HATH BEEN IGNORED XD, I WILL POST IT AGAIN!

IC. As Spectral was thrown, she stuck her tongue at her sister and went right through the arena and land on her feet.... Hard, she got up and started to walk back out of the arena. But her ankle, which had broken, hurt a lot. She saw Syn, she took a glove off and touched him. She had forgotten never to touch anyone when she was in pain, for she couldn't control her power and would end up seeing memories and absorb the power. She ended up getting his power AND seeing a horrible memory, she ran and didn't stop. But she still limped while running. She sat down in the testing room and tried to heal her leg, but she couldn't focus... She kept crying at his memory, Syn was right about his memories.

[align=center][glow=limegreen,2,300]Demetra[/glow]
All my friends are heathens. Take it slow
Wait for them to ask you who you know
Please don't make any sudden moves
You don't know the half of the abuse...
Stats:
Breed:Elemental and spiritual necromancer||Age:17||Health:tired||Intrest:None
We don't deal with outsiders very well
They say newcomers have a certain smell
You have trust issues, not to mention
They say they can smell your intentions
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[glow=red,2,300]Sammael (Sam)[/glow]
I can't decide
Whether you should live or die
Oh, you'll probably go to heaven
Please don't hang your head and cry
No wonder why,
My heart feels dead inside
It's cold and hard and petrified
Lock the doors and close the blinds
We're going for a ride
Stats:
Breed:Devil||Age:15||Health:poor||Intrest:None
Oh I could throw you in the lake
Or feed you poisoned birthday cake
I won't deny I'm gonna miss you when you're gone
Oh I could bury you alive
But you might crawl out with a knife
And kill me when I'm sleeping
That's why
I can't decide
Whether you should live or die.

OOC-

There was a slight smirk as Demetra's sharp blue eyes flashed towards the cat like female not at all surprised. Felines were often drawn to her naturally still looking back at the destruction she sighed placing a steady hand onto the ground, slowily a white fog flowed out rolling across the ground slowily dissipating reviling a almost brand new looking ground sealing the damage she and the devil child had done with minimal effort. Slowily she stood giving the girl one of her supple grins. "Almost forgot to clean up after myself how deliciously naughty of me." The necromancers voice was soft and tender the kind that caused chills. With one more look of her glowing gems she moved on from the arena though hanging back to wait for the devil's left hand wanting to observe him up close in a non threatening situation.

Slowily Sam pushed himself up off the arena's ground groaning in the slightest. His eyes looked towards the exit clearily impressed but even more so confused. "That was....Exhilarating." Slowily he stood swaying side to side as he steadied himself gaining his senses back slowily. shaking himself off he sent a small bit of blood splatter across the ground walking as though nothing had happened. There were not many like him in the world, devils of course children of the demon king himself. He was born of the devils left hand the hand of lies, death, desire, love, the hand of sin. To be exact the devil had seven children by that hand he was the Sam happened to be two sins in one having devoured his twin in the womb he occupied the sin of wrath and lust. Shaking his head he looked over as he passed a cat girl waving with a bloody grin. "Have fun okay?" his voice was perky and chipper for a guy who had just got his hind end handed to him.

Sam walked to a side room where food was set out for him the guard and prison directors knew what happened if he wasn't fed after a fight, to many casualties on thier side made it hard to get people crazy enough to work there, not mentioning finding demons and supernaturals to fight in the arena. eagerly he stripped whole turkey legs of thier sweet tender flesh and meat. Of course he had noticed the girl following and turned his head to look at her. "Don't worry I wont hurt you as long as you don't hurt me." blue eyes met blue gems as the necromancer entered her body one of desire and lust she was truly sinful. "Can I help you?"

Demetra looked at him warily as she entered upon his allowing moving forward to sit at the seat beside him. "You are a son of the devils let hand right?" She spoke with a hushed tone holding out her hand. "Let me see it." Warily he showed her the palms of his hands on both were marks with eyes in the center. "So it is you the twin boys of the devil, lust and wrath... well this is a odd day isn't it."

Without much words he went back to his eating devouring a entire plate of mid rare steaks. "So... most people know who I am...I am more curious about you necromancer. typically your type only masters one or two elements you have some how acquired five." Sam was careful with his words though the sultry tone couldn't be helped.

"I was born with most of it, through work I managed to break all the seals." Slowily she moved back not daring to get between him and the large meal he was consuming better he eat that than her. "After that I just started collecting the souls of dead demons the three you met are my weakest."

"Your weakest? well I'd hate to be the guy that calls out your strongest." To be honest the ones she had were impressive and had been a pain to defeated knowing those were only her weakest gave him the slightest bit of worry. Not of the demons but rather her if she was stronger than the demons she commanded then she didn't really go all out on him like he had thought. Still Demetra only smiled patting his shoulder as she left saying something along the lines of enjoy your meal.

Spectral didn't look up, she refused. She hadn't meant to, she still felt her wounded ankle "Yes" She said in a quiet and sad voice. She had forgotten that her powers were out of control when she had gotten hurt

Spectral looked up a little "I didn't mean to" She muttered to herself

Spectral looked at her hands, she had left her gloves back in the viewing area. She hid her hands "I'm, gonna go" She said softly and started to get up to get her gloves from the viewing area

As Spectral reached the viewing area she shuddered, things could not be unseen. She grabbed her gloves and put them on. She would never tell anyone this, especially Scarlet

Spectral sat on a bench by the arena and watched and softly hummed trying to calm herself down a little