That was the difference between demons and ancients. One had rules. One had order. There was a balance. There was a plan. Then there were demons. Demons were the opposite of everyhing an Ancient was. Demons spat at the rules, they relished in the chaos and sought to create disorder from order.
"Taboo? Isn't that a bit rich coming from someone like yourself? How prideful & arrogant you still are...that is why you're a dying species. You can't adapt..."
Taboos were such for a reason. They learned. They had adapted, unlike these heathens that contested enlightenment. That refused to learn from their mistakes. "Dying..."[/b] she scoffed. No, she had bigger plans than linger and wait for the decedents of the first men to finish what they had started. "Like your children," she dug. Humans outnumbered them both, in fact as far as she was aware there were no longer any full-blooded demons in Wind Country either. "All that is left of your kind is half-breeds," it was like the pot calling the kettle black really for either to say anything. Semantics really.
"To think you're so arrogant that you think you can kill me?"
She could hear something slithering inside of him."To think you're so arrogant that you think I would end my fun by killing you,"</B><i></i> she announced as her human form continued to chip away. As the shell seemed to crack and break, the truth hidden beneath a thin barrier of porcelain would be revealed. She was not human, not even close. She was made of sand and wind and noise.
She had no intention of killing the demon. That would end her fun. End his suffering. She was unconcerned of course, soon enough she would scream her firebug's location. Her icy eyes would bore into him. Her ears would twitch, she could hear everything. The writhing, worming presence within him which was strange. Demonic biology was disgusting.She could hear the air enter his lungs, expand like a pair of balloons. His stomach contents churn and whine. His bones crack.
Akkuma would change, his cursed nature more apparent. It would seem that both of them were shedding their flesh. Shiori's essence would scream, it was like a disembodied roar that rattled the tables and the chairs. The lifeless puppets would fall from their seats.
...but she would not hear anything.
She could see the effect of her voice but not hear it. She was blind! Yes, she heard more than she saw, but she was less than reasonable and was more the type to rip and tear than assess the situation at hand. She knew all she needed to know -- the cause was the demon. When the demon's face was rammed far enough up his own ass, the effect would likely end. If not, the test would be worthwhile regardless.
Then the rolling mist came, but nor before she snared herself a demon. <B>"ThE dEmOn HiDeS bOuNd In ThE fOg!" She could not hear her own voice, but she knew she got him. She let out an echoing laugh that she could not even hear. In her hubris she failed to notice one thing: she was getting tired faster than she should. In a battle of attrition, Akkuma might win, however she was not here to drain him or tire him out. She was here to make him scream, if she could hear it or not.
Flames would roll off her shoulders as she entered the fire style, something she had emulated from her brother. She would strike at the foolish demon, allowing the illusion to shatter. Allowing his shadow to grip him once again as she cursed the demon to be still and eyed Hissori. What did the peacock see in this degenerate? There was no accounting for taste now was there.
"Taboo? Isn't that a bit rich coming from someone like yourself? How prideful & arrogant you still are...that is why you're a dying species. You can't adapt..."
Taboos were such for a reason. They learned. They had adapted, unlike these heathens that contested enlightenment. That refused to learn from their mistakes. "Dying..."[/b] she scoffed. No, she had bigger plans than linger and wait for the decedents of the first men to finish what they had started. "Like your children," she dug. Humans outnumbered them both, in fact as far as she was aware there were no longer any full-blooded demons in Wind Country either. "All that is left of your kind is half-breeds," it was like the pot calling the kettle black really for either to say anything. Semantics really.
"To think you're so arrogant that you think you can kill me?"
She could hear something slithering inside of him."To think you're so arrogant that you think I would end my fun by killing you,"</B><i></i> she announced as her human form continued to chip away. As the shell seemed to crack and break, the truth hidden beneath a thin barrier of porcelain would be revealed. She was not human, not even close. She was made of sand and wind and noise.
She had no intention of killing the demon. That would end her fun. End his suffering. She was unconcerned of course, soon enough she would scream her firebug's location. Her icy eyes would bore into him. Her ears would twitch, she could hear everything. The writhing, worming presence within him which was strange. Demonic biology was disgusting.She could hear the air enter his lungs, expand like a pair of balloons. His stomach contents churn and whine. His bones crack.
Akkuma would change, his cursed nature more apparent. It would seem that both of them were shedding their flesh. Shiori's essence would scream, it was like a disembodied roar that rattled the tables and the chairs. The lifeless puppets would fall from their seats.
...but she would not hear anything.
She could see the effect of her voice but not hear it. She was blind! Yes, she heard more than she saw, but she was less than reasonable and was more the type to rip and tear than assess the situation at hand. She knew all she needed to know -- the cause was the demon. When the demon's face was rammed far enough up his own ass, the effect would likely end. If not, the test would be worthwhile regardless.
Then the rolling mist came, but nor before she snared herself a demon. <B>"ThE dEmOn HiDeS bOuNd In ThE fOg!" She could not hear her own voice, but she knew she got him. She let out an echoing laugh that she could not even hear. In her hubris she failed to notice one thing: she was getting tired faster than she should. In a battle of attrition, Akkuma might win, however she was not here to drain him or tire him out. She was here to make him scream, if she could hear it or not.
Flames would roll off her shoulders as she entered the fire style, something she had emulated from her brother. She would strike at the foolish demon, allowing the illusion to shatter. Allowing his shadow to grip him once again as she cursed the demon to be still and eyed Hissori. What did the peacock see in this degenerate? There was no accounting for taste now was there.