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Blood, violence, and non-consensual sex.
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The white-haired vampire snarled a challenge, raising both arms and beckoning for the two ogres to come closer, dark eyes gleaming as they took in every motion of their heavily muscled bodies. They were slow and dull-witted, hardly worthy opponents, but he would enjoy the brief battle--

A smirk twisted his pale lips. Slaughter, Joachim, call it what it is.

--for one simple reason. These demons were made of flesh and blood.

The first charged forward, its massive wooden club raised high above its head as it prepared to strike. Joachim lunged forward, darting to one side as the strong arms swung down, then back again, steel-hard claws plunging into the soft flesh of the ogre's belly. The creature roared in pain, falling to one knee, and Joachim laughed, digging in deeper until it seemed that his hands disappered into the demon's body. His dark eyes glowed with something like lust as he grabbed at the ogre's innards, hot and slippery against his fingers, and yanked back with all of his strength.

The spray of blood was bright against his black and silver armor, or rather, what had once been black and silver, but was now coated with several layers of dried and drying blood and gore. He looked down at the blood-covered bits of flesh in his hands, let them fall to the green carpet alongside their owner. Oh, the ogre was still alive, he was certain of it, but it would be best to take care of its companion first. Unlike humans, demons like this weren't intelligent enough to realize danger, no matter how violently others of its kind were dispatched.

The second ogre swung in a horizontal arc, club whipping through the empty air as Joachim danced back gracefully, the heavy weapon missing his head by mere inches. He dodged several more strokes with similar ease, a smirk curling his lips as the creature's face twisted with frustration and rage. It threw back its head and bellowed, the sound dying suddenly as one of his sword familiars buried itself in the demon's neck, winged hilt smacking against its chin with a sickening crunch.

Joachim frowned at the demonic weapon as it shook itself loose of the body. That one was mine.

The sword's glow faded almost apologetically as it floated back to its master's side, half turning to point toward the first ogre, still writhing about against the now heavily stained carpet. The vampire smirked.

One of your favorites, wasn't it, Walter, with the elaborate knotwork of your island home? He lowered himself just enough to dip one foot into the growing pool of blood, floated over to one of the large embroidered designs, and deliberately ground his boot into it, staining and tearing the golden threads. I'll do the same to you this time. I won't be defeated again.

His eyes narrowed at the memory of his dank, dark prison, so deep within the castle sewers that only the hungriest of rats dared to brave the demon-infested corridors in search of a meal. Even rarer were the human explorers who managed to solve the riddle of the waterfall and gain entrance to his cell. And so it had been only hours before, when a lone warrior had entered the room behind the waterfall, shocked to find a human prisoner rather than one of Walter's usual deformed monsters.

He had not revealed his true nature to the human; he rarely did, preferring to play the role of innocent prisoner, drawing out each encounter for as long as possible. This particular human had proven quite amusing, his surprise quickly turning to lust as he examined the captive's youthful face in the dim light. Joachim had easily caught the scent of the man's arousal, turning it to his advantage, protesting just enough that the human was further enticed rather than put off.

A coy one, aren't you? he had grunted while pulling off Joachim's pants. You want this as much as I do.

Joachim had only smiled, careful not to let his fangs show. Oh, yes, but you don't realize exactly what this is, fool.

The human had been eager to explore Joachim's body, paying no heed to the unnatural chill of his too-pale flesh. As white as a woman, you are. Though I'd stake my life that you're twice as tight.

Joachim had been sure to gasp and protest appropriately as the man thrust into his body after only the barest of preparations, a bit of saliva and a few moments' probing with one short, callused finger. He had let his eyes slip shut for a moment, savoring the heat of the man's blood-filled organ as it moved inside him, the pleasure bringing the faintest blush to his normally bloodless face. But only a moment, for he had known that the man, like all who thought they could take advantage of Walter's mysterious prisoner, would not last. And so Joachim had reluctantly lifted his gaze to the dark-haired warrior's face, waiting for the sign that soon followed, a particularly sharp breath as the flesh within him twitched--

He had thrown the man off with a snarl, eyes flashing red in the darkness as he watched the hot semen splatter against the floor.

How dare you even think of marking me with your seed, filthy human!

Joachim had attacked with such speed and hunger that not even he knew if the man's cry of surprise and pain had been caused by the bite or the forcible penetration. The taste of fresh human blood, sweet against his tongue after countless days of draining rats and other vermin, had deafened him to the man's cries and heightened the pleasure of the forceful coupling. He had come three times and was still hard, still aching with need, before he had recovered his senses enough to realize that the human was already dead.

Joachim smirked. How ironic that his victims provided the blood that pooled between his legs themselves; they had no one else to blame for his unnatural strength and stamina.

A pity they keep dying before I'm satisfied, though.

His eyes fell upon the ogre that still writhed piteously against the bloodstained carpet, smile widening. Demons knew how to cling to life, fearing the darkness that waited beyond death more than any wound, no matter how painful. He dropped to his knees beside the massive creature, though still hovering an inch above the pool of darkening blood that surrounded it. Its breath was heavy, wet-sounding, and he could sense the pulse in the neck growing slowly weaker. Joachim stretched out one hand to touch the leathery skin, closing his eyes with a shiver of pleasure as he felt the heartbeat against his fingers.

He dug one claw into the tough flesh, ignoring the ogre's roar, holding its massive head down with his free hand, lips curling into a smile as he realized what an improbable picture it made, a bellowing giant held down by the hand of a slender boy. Joachim drew back his claw, freeing a thin trickle of blood that he eyed with interest, but not hunger; that had already been satisfied by the warrior who had stumbled upon his prison. He leaned closer, breathing in the coppery scent, then struck, this time with his fangs.

The ogre's scream was cut short as Joachim tore at its throat with his teeth, ripping through muscle, tendon, and other things, freeing a hot wash of blood that covered his face and neck. He attacked again and again, a high pitched laugh rising between strikes as the thrill and pleasure of killing flooded his mind. It was overwhelming, the scent of torn flesh, the shudders of the demon's dying body, and the thick heat of the blood against his cold skin as it dripped from his chin and colored his clothing once more.

When Joachim came to his senses, chest heaving as he panted for air that his body did not need, he found that he was kneeling fully on the floor, the cooling blood seeping through the light material of his white pants and soaking the edges of his heavy wool overcoat. He rose to his feet, pushing blood-pinked hair back from his stained face as he stepped into the air once more, dark eyes glowing with satisfaction as he gazed down at his work. Where the demon's throat had been, there was now something that could only be called meat; raw, shapeless flesh that still oozed blood though its owner was already dead.

Joachim beckoned to the five swords that hovered at his back, each one taller than a man and just as intelligent, the hint of a smile touching his lips as they eagerly obeyed, pressing close about him in a slowly spinning ring of steel. He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand, scrubbing the worst of the mess away with the coarse material of his sleeve.

"Let's be at least somewhat presentable when we meet Walter, shall we? Come on."
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And there you have it, proof that I too can make Joachim an evil, arrogant bastard. He's kind of sexy that way...

In case you were wondering, this takes place in a room that really exists in Lament of Innocence, the last hallway before the big square room with a save point on the right, and the place where you turn the VI tile to the IV tile on the left. And, of course, the infamous steps and throne room straight ahead. The hallway is home to two red ogres and a suspiciously Celtic-y green carpet with gold knotwork designs.

Thus, I stand firmly behind my assertion that Walter is an Irish vampire. There's knotwork on the stone floor in the throne room, too. You know, I could just strangle those people who say all the rooms in LoI look the same - did any of them take five seconds to look at all the fucking insane detail? Obviously not. Curse of Darkness looks like utter CRAP next to Lament.

--Rahenna

See my other Lament fiction @ blood.armster.org.
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