Deathly Encounters

-Border Forest, Near Jocelynn's Brothel. 0 DSTR, mid-morning-

Celestia scanned Katya’s face for honesty, and found it accompanied by a cautious atmosphere. “I don’t think Simon would be so dense that he ruins the best chance at victory on your conquest,” Celestia said with a smirk.

Turning to walk away from Katya, she looked over her shoulder to respond to the question, but paused. Shaking her head, she said loudly as she walked away, “Just don’t get him killed!”

And with that, she would continue her quest to find a pure soul to give to Satan himself. Speaking of the Devil, Celestia began to feel his presence become overpowering. Walking by the horses, she gently let her fingers trail over the strong shoulder of one of the horses; the beast’s skin twitching in response to her delicate touch. Reaching the road, her stomach began to churn. She took a moment to gather her surroundings, walking south, further from the edge of Hartford City limits. Walking along the side of the road, Celestia grasped at her stomach and began to take deep breaths. He wasn’t going to speak to her, but punish her. Show her that he was capable of controlling her physical reactions.

Leisurely walking along the road, as it would be a while to take her hand at killing someone, she leaned against a tree momentarily to catch her breath. Hunching over, she clawed at her stomach, the contents of her dinner clawing their way up her throat before pushing itself out of her mouth. The sour, pungent, over-chewed meat hitting the forest floor with a splat. Coughing, Celestia dry heaved and began on her walk once more. Except this time, she walked at a quicker pace. Placing a mile between her and the duo, she paused to catch her breath. Yet again, she was met with a churning feeling. Realizing that she would be unable to overcome the illness until she provided some soul, she began her walk once more. Exhaustion pulling at her limbs.

Strangely enough, she was met with someone walking towards her. A man, one about Simon’s size, walked with equal exhaustion on the opposite side of the road. Celestia raised her hand to wave him down, and the stranger looked both ways before crossing. He was an attractive man, in fact, held many similarities to Simon. Celestia looked upwards at him, confused. “What-what are you doing here?” Her words were met with a gentle caress of her cheek by his hand. Celestia lifted hers to cup the back of his hand, but his hands felt differently than she had remembered they might have felt.

More confusion funneled through her features, but the man lowered his hand down her neck. He smelt differently. Smelt of weeks old dirt, piss, and fecal matter. Celestia pushed his hand away, attempting to focus on the features of the stranger. The facial features of the man contained every feature of Simon, which revolted her. Instead of keeping his hands off of her, the stranger gripped the front of her dress, yanking her towards him. “You called me over here, lady,” he groaned.

Celestia pushed away from him in a panic. The man approached her aggressively, yanking at the shoulder of her dress, ripping it downwards. Celestia growled in his direction, “Back the fuck up.” The man, unchanged, chuckled and spoke in the tone that Celestia thought she would love to hear coming from Simon’s lips.

“My, my. What a dirty little mouth you have,” he purred. Celestia scanned the man’s features, looking for anything that looked out of the ordinary. It was Simon. His height was the same, his build was the same, his voice was the same, and his pure eyes were the same. Yet she smelt disgust, and nothing but degradation. Celestia took a step back, her hand grasping at the cloth of her dress in attempt to secure it on her shoulder. He chuckled deeply and approached her once more, this time grabbing her hips and shoving her down towards the ground. Celestia’s breath was knocked out of her in surprise, and she grunted at the weight of the man on top of her.

Pushing her hands up at the man’s chest, she growled at him again, “Get OFF of me!” Her eyes began to shine an appealing gold, in which the man stared down into her being with hungry eyes. Celestia pushed at him, but the weight of his body refused to comply. “Dis,” she hissed. The man’s body was thrown off of her own, a relieving weight being lifted. Celestia pushed herself up to a standing position with haste, her bag shuffling along with her harsh movements. The man was on his back, and attempting to crawl away on the back of his forearms, while pushing with the heels of his feet.

“Hey, lady, calm down, you asked for it,” he panicked. Celestia’s eyes could have burned holes into his bare flesh with the anger that boiled inside her.

“I asked for it?” She spat.

The man lifted his hand up in a surrendering fashion, in which Celestia jumped towards him and straddled his chest. Grabbing the hand, she shoved a filthy, dirt covered finger into her mouth. Her white pearls pushing down on the flesh; the impact of breaking skin and ripping into his tendons sending vibrations through her jaw. The sheer force it required to break the elasticity of the skin would alarm any onlooker. Instead of biting through the bone, she pushed the man’s hand towards her face, breaking the knuckle. She could hear the shatter of bones over his muffled scream. Pulling the man’s finger out of her mouth, she whispered, “silentium,” and his voice was silenced. The screams that he attempted could not be heard, and the strain that was visible on his neck, had no impact on the volume of his voice.

A twisted smile rested on her features, and she watched as he thrashed her off him, causing her to roll to the ground. The man began to stand, attempting to run towards Ragodast. Celestia smirked and shook her head, tsking his poor decisions. “Intermissum,” she whispered. The man’s knees bent inwards, against their natural position, causing him to collapse with a painful crack. She could see him writhing in pain, which only fed her desire to listen to more. Standing, she giggled playfully as she strolled over to him, squatting at his side.

“You shouldn’t have put your hand up, you asked for it,” she cooed.

His fist rose towards her face, but Celestia gripped his balled hand before impact, curling it outwards until she heard the crack in his wrist. The veins in the man’s neck were protruding from the unheard screams.
Celestia smelt a new odor- fresh piss. Looking down at the man’s crotch, she could see a wet spot widening around his member. Celestia stood and laughed downwards at him. Pulling at the pin in her hair, she squatted down next to him again. Sweat escaped out of every pore, his skin shivering. She couldn’t decide if it was out of fear, or shock from the pain. Gliding the tip of her pin down his neck, she looked into the whites of his eyes. The man was no longer Simon. Instead, it was someone else entirely. He was of about the same age, but scars pulled at the edges of his eyes, and sun spots blotched throughout his face.

Pleased to see the sudden change in appearance, she lifted her pin, balling her fist around the thin needle, and moved downward in a swift motion, and into his throat. The feeling of piercing flesh sending a pleasurable warmth through her body, causing slight moan. Smiling down at the man’s eyes, which were so wide she could hardly make out the color against the white, she came up with her fist. Blood began to sputter from his mouth with every blow to his throat. The crimson liquid poured out from the different puncture wounds caused by her hair pin. Delicate splashes splattered her face and lips, partly staining her teeth due to the broad smile she maintained during the final moments of her kill. Yanking the fabric of his shirt apart, she dug the pinpoint of the needle into his chest, carving out the Thurisaz rune on his chest.

Seeing all life flee from the man’s body, Celestia rose from her squatting position and released a sigh. Folding her hair into a delicate bun, she stuck the hair pin back through the bun- blood coating her fingers and the strands of her hair. Looking down onto the deceased man once more, she worked up a ball of spit in her mouth, forcing the liquid down onto the man’s face with velocity. Turning her back to the body, which was clearly tortured, partly for pleasure, Celestia returned to her path. The stranger was left in a pool of blood and urine on the side of the road, and the ache in her stomach ceased to exist.