Post by Claude Delacroix on Mar 2, 2013 1:37:11 GMT -5
Claude let out a low growl as he leaned close to the young woman's ear. "How does it feel? Are you relaxed, dear?" He shuddered as he caressed her neck; her skin was perfect. Oh, he wanted to feast upon her succulent insides. The manor egged him on and seemed to itch at the back of his mind.
"Do it, master!
Eat her heart, eat her liver!
So bloody and raw! Delicious!!
The voices cackled and it made the demon sneer with vicious intent. Oh, if only the demons would take a physical form; Claude would love to get his claws on them and rip them apart! Their incessant chattering was grating upon his nerves as he tried to focus upon the woman.
As he caressed her neck, Claude groaned softly; her skin was so warm in comparison to his cold hand… He wanted to kiss her throat, to feel her trembling lips, to kiss her eyelids and taste her tears. He knew that he loved Teressa, but he began to lust for Madeleine.
Claude nodded and folded his hands together. "Perhaps you are right. Maybe someone is after your fortune, but who?" He sat beside her and took her hand. "The man who lives here- Charles Dalimar- perhaps he is the one interested in your money. Could that be possible?" Now this would be fun! Putting Charles into this whole mess would be quite amusing! And Claude needed a bit of amusement in his mundane existence.
"Really?" He feigned shock. "Moi?? Not who we say we are?" He only smiled at her but nodded. "Yes, dear… You are right. We are not who we claim to be. This may come as a shock to you, but… We are the devil."
"Do it, master!
Eat her heart, eat her liver!
So bloody and raw! Delicious!!
The voices cackled and it made the demon sneer with vicious intent. Oh, if only the demons would take a physical form; Claude would love to get his claws on them and rip them apart! Their incessant chattering was grating upon his nerves as he tried to focus upon the woman.
As he caressed her neck, Claude groaned softly; her skin was so warm in comparison to his cold hand… He wanted to kiss her throat, to feel her trembling lips, to kiss her eyelids and taste her tears. He knew that he loved Teressa, but he began to lust for Madeleine.
Claude nodded and folded his hands together. "Perhaps you are right. Maybe someone is after your fortune, but who?" He sat beside her and took her hand. "The man who lives here- Charles Dalimar- perhaps he is the one interested in your money. Could that be possible?" Now this would be fun! Putting Charles into this whole mess would be quite amusing! And Claude needed a bit of amusement in his mundane existence.
"Really?" He feigned shock. "Moi?? Not who we say we are?" He only smiled at her but nodded. "Yes, dear… You are right. We are not who we claim to be. This may come as a shock to you, but… We are the devil."
