#16 Blade
#16 Blade
Smooth as silk and as sharp as glass. He knew this was what he was, he knew this was what he looked like when he walked across a room. He had it on good authority, and even if he may have been an utter failure of a demon, he could still feel the want, fear, and hunger he inspired. He’d have to be dead not to, and half-starved as he always was, he was always ready to soak in what energy got thrown his way, even when it was little more than a vague unsettled irritation that he was not for them.
There was one who would give him far more than that, he knew. She didn’t stand a chance. His next meal, his next treasure, his next masterpiece. She had never met him, but the knew more about her than she probably cared for anyone to know at the moment. But that’s what happens when you confide in and then brutally tear apart a boy who knows a thing or two about vengeance. And Demons.
He was Summoned, as was proper, and the young man in question made his deal, the same deal that all of them make when they summon him. Or summon an idea and get him. for the rest of his life the man would relive all his torments, his personal tragedies, his agonies, upon Blade’s request. It was a good deal, considering. Most demons have far simpler requests- your soul, to torture for an eternity after death. Although most of the time the detail about torture was left out. In Blade’s opinion, one would be a fool not to expect it, though, when dealing with a demon. Pain was, after all, their favored form of sustenance.
In exchange for the young man’s pain, Blade would exact a precise and vicious form of vengeance upon the girl in question. Simply put, over time, he would destroy her. Systematically. Until the young man balked or the young woman died, most often by her own hand. He would make the vengeful party watch, make them witness the fruits of their labor in excruciating detail, as these memories would be some of the most agonizing, and the guilt that came with them was one of Blade’s favorite flavors.
Fair? No, it was not fair. It might have seemed fair in the beginning, vengeance always does. But one was a complete fool to think that calling upon hell for satisfaction would ever end gently. Even when one was playing with a demon so far removed from his vicious origins that all he fed upon was the pain of justice meted out unmercifully on careless creatures who called out for hell itself to do a job they should have done for themselves in the first place.
And he was not so broken a demon as to ever consider mercy.
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