Post by Myojin on Nov 23, 2023 20:26:40 GMT -5
Name: Myojin
Age: 23
Starting Planet: Earth
Race: Demon
Transformation Path: Demon
Racial Traits: Looters, Makyo Power, Interdimensional Transition
Items: One Time Use Space Pod
Fighting Style: Balanced
Faction (Optional): Red Ribbon Army ("Officially"), PTO (Real Affiliation)
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: Height: 5'7"
Personality: A bloodthirsty demon who thrives best in chaos and disorder. She enjoys inflicting pain and despair onto others as well as receiving it all. She kills with little to no remorse, and as such she enjoys receiving pain and harsh punishment. From things that are more "tame" such as choking and being punched to the more extreme end such as stabbings and experiencing near death. Myojin, for better or worse, is proud to be both a sadist and masochist, but leans more over to masochism. She enjoys domination and being dominated. Torture and being tortured. Chasing and being chased. In her own twisted mind, she views it as motivation to inflict worse and and spread more despair. She welcomes it all with an open hug, daring those to test her limits and push her over them. Despite being an extreme masochist, Myojin years for authority, to be the one in control and have everyone kneel before her in fear and respect.
Her behavior can be observed as erratic and unstable, always impulsive and almost always seen to act first and think later. Myojin loves to live on the edge and rip the horns off of life. She's far from calculative as she never seems to have a plan, which makes situations that involve danger funner and more entertaining. It proves she sees nearly everything as a mere game, something to keep her delighted and her spirits up. Myojin is described to be extreme, unhinged, untamed, and prone to violent outbursts. She has almost little to no regard to those around her, viewing them as either prey to be played with either physically or mentally, or pets that she may unofficially declare. Despite it all, Myojin is aware of her twisted behavior and honest about how cruel she can be.
Myojin is no stranger to getting crude with other people. As mentioned before with having almost little to no regard of other people, she never has a filter on her. She says whatever is on her mind, even if it may be seen as offensive or vulgar. This also extends to jokes and banter, always finding newer ways to say even the most obscene phrases and thoughts. In return, and as expected, she welcomes this behavior. She sees no problem in it, but knows that it may make others uncomfortable, though she doesn't care much to tone it down or understand that certain things should not be said at certain times.
In contrast to her heartless and cruel persona, Myojin can have great respect, mainly so far towards her sister, Terasu. She's capable of feeling guilt and can always admit that she messed up. She encourages bravery through taunts and sarcastic remarks. Because of how chaotic Myojin's behavior is, it's easy to overlook the idea that she can have a heart and show great concern for others, even if it may seem unorthodox or eccentric. When she isn't bloodthirsty or energetic, she's surprisingly calm and almost relaxed compared to her usual hyper image who's always on the edge.
By the other hand, Myojin also appears to be intelligence and has a conscience, almost philosophical. While it may appear she does everything on a whim, every action is carefully thought out. Though she doesn't mind being the air headed one. Her older sister plays a role in making sure Myojin is on her leash and not completely losing her sanity. She's the main reason why she has a "conscience" as she cares greatly for her sister's validation. Her sister is one of the most important people in the universe for her and cares for her deeply... but Myojin would be no stranger to double crossing her if the opportunity requires it.
History: Myojin was the result of a botched experiment. She was never meant to be a demon, or transform to a full blooded demon. Before Myojin was Kibini Darke alongside her older sister, Hazel. These two women were USD operatives that served the organization with their pledge and lives. Kibini had always admired the USD, what they stood for, and how well they maintained peace. Unlike Hazel, who didn't have any interest in joining the USD, Kibini was able to convince her older sister otherwise. Both sisters worked as intel to collect information of any suspicious activity that went on in other planets or anything else that the force needed. It was a job that Kibini took pride in and was proud to be apart of the USD.
Kibini had a reputation as an energetic soldier. She was extremely friendly and got along with everyone she knew. She was far from the strongest or being "combat ready", but she was very skilled with hacking and technology. Whenever there was a technological problem, Kibini was there to fix it. She was never comfortable with fighting, unlike her sister who knew how to handle herself on the battlefield. She always aspired to one day be at the level her sister was so she could be a more versatile soldier, but until that moment came, she was comfortable with being the techie.
The sisters spent most of their days as USD operatives around the galaxy, but they were one day assigned to gather intel on Namek. It was a risky mission to consider when the planet was under PTO control. The pair had the opportunity to turn back, but Kibini refused to back down like her sister. If it wasn't for Hazel, Kibini was more than willing to let someone else take her spot. Whenever Hazel was by her side, Kibini felt like she could take on the whole universe. Accepting the task, the two sisters were sent off to Namek.
When the women first arrived, they were met with three innocent Namekian slaves who assumed they were part of the PTO regime. Fortunately, they noticed the USD patches on their uniform and immediately placed their trust in them. For the next few months during their time on Namek, they befriended many Namekians while avoiding the PTO's radar. They were also able to successfully collect a few information the USD could use to their advantage. Their operation went on swimmingly as they were able to live peacefully despite the current conditions the planet and its natives faced.
Their luck had unfortunately ran out when a few PTO grunts eventually caught the Darke sisters. Outnumbered with Hazel being the more competent combatant, they couldn't fight. Taken in as prisoners, the Darke were forced to surrender. To their surprise, and especially to Kibini, potential was seen in them to become better fighters and fit for the PTO. Instead of being slaves, they were taken in as experiments, their bodies subjected to tormenting methods as a means for the sisters to become stronger.
They were then injected with demon DNA that altered their genetics, now becoming demon hybrids. For the next few days, they were monitored to see where their strength and overall combat abilities stood, but their genetics became corrupted as they began to lose themselves. They became more violent, more chaotic, more bloodthirsty, and less human.
Their humanity was overrun with the desire to kill and bring havoc everywhere they went. They were no longer humans, no longer demonic hybrids with human DNA. They were now full blooded demons. The USD operatives the Namekians once knew were erased from this universe and replaced with unstable and erratic demons who stopped at nothing for blood to be drawn, especially for Kibini who was far more mental compared to her sister. The demons were used to put the enslaved Namekians in check and even went as far as to take their own lives if instructed to.
After a few months since their mutation, the sisters were tasked with a new mission: travel to Earth and gather intel for the PTO. The two underwent two new identities to match with their new form: Kibini became Myojin and Hazel became Terasu. The two demonic sisters joined the Red Ribbon as operatives to carry out any classified missions, not much different from their USD counterparts, except they're only collecting information on Earth for the PTO to use.
Techniques:
[ST1] Elemental Magic: As a demon, Myojin has access to elements that she may create techniques with, making her more versatile in and out of combat. She can manipulate, shape, and generate the following elements: fire, water, neon (wind), lightning, and earth.
[ST1] Magic Materialization: As a demon, Myojin has the ability to create anything she wants from magic. Food, clothing, weapons, items like phones and cars, she can create them all!
[ST1] Thermal Comfort: Due to her ability to control fire, the burn effect in Myojin's fire based attacks are increased by 5% (20% -> 25%, 40% -> 45%, 60% -> 65%).
[ST1] Flight: Myojin can either utilize ki to fly or use fire or neon to propel herself in the air!
[ST1] Bloodhound: Myojin can sniff out anyone within the level of a city, detecting and filtering between everyone's unique scent.
[OT1] Fired Fury: Myojin exhales a powerful wave of fire from her mouth!
Roleplay Sample:
"He's here... I can almost smell him... taste his scent... haaaaa..." The sound of sniffing was soft, almost delicate. In a deserted house located in a town forsaken by its own citizens due to a militia war that brought its demise into crumbles, even the most obscure sounds were picked up. A crooked smile crept onto the demon's lips during her stalking around the broken down home, her tongue lolled out in comparison to an excited dog ready to leap onto its prey and skin them alive, piece by piece, before biting its neck. The sound of her footsteps reflected across the hollow hallways. Her breathing was heavy, but controlled. Her colored pupils slid across room to room for her prey, cautious to not raise any suspicion on herself.
The sky fell into dusk, so the entire town was covered in darkness. Heavy rain knocked on the rooftop with occasional thunder that exploded from above. For the demon, it was no issue to stalk around in the dark. Her night vision made her an apex predator when it came to missions similar to this. She enjoyed the hunt. Myojin loves when her prey run and especially when they fight back. It got her blood pumping and gave her more motivation to make sure death was a slow and painful process. Regardless of Myojin's effort to attract minimal attention to herself, she called out in the evidently empty building.
"I know exactly where you are, where you're COWERING. I will wait out here for as long as you hide until you show yourself. The longer you keep me waiting, the more UNFORTUNATE your fate will be if you continue to be disobedient." The tone she cooed in was eerily calm, almost playful and if not challenging her target to continue out of the demon's sight. Silence. She was met with the heavy quietness and the pounding sound of heavy rain that overtook the town. "...I see... a shame for you, but more joy for me when I see you." She whispered the taunt to herself. Her tone shifted to a more desperate, eager vibration as she licked her lips in anticipation.
All the while just a room across from her, supposedly what looked to be the living room area, was a demoralized man who looked to be broken down. His clothing was born apart with blood painted all over his bright blue shirt and pants pained in dirt. He was drenched from the rain. He ran as far as his body could take him, for escape and survival. One shoe was missing from his foot that exposed his black sock whereas the other one had its laces completely untied. In his hand was a small combat knife, ready to spring and pounce to attack if the demon ever discovered his location. He tried to manage his heavy breathing from the adrenaline for survival, but every few seconds was a sputter as resulted from his failed attempts.
Pitch black, the man had nothing to go by, visually. He couldn't even see what was in front of him. All he knew was he hid behind a large couch. To begin with the tiny spark in the man that still shined bright, the footsteps sounded to be faint and lower. That meant the demon most likely passed the living room area and to another area of the house. Could this be his opportunity to leave? To finally escape and get the upper hand on Myojin? The disadvantage was he didn't know where he'd go with how dark the house was. He could bump into something and give attention to himself. "No... I gotta go..." He whispered an ounce of confidence to convince himself into escaping. He had to escape or else he'd be discovered eventually. He just had to be careful, take his time... yes, that's what he had to do if he wanted to live.
The man straightened out his legs to stand up and began to blindly tip toe around the living room. "Careful... careful..." The man comforted himself to settle his nerves. His hands out and gently bumping into objects so he avoided impatience, the man took his time in physically scoping out where he was. Sooner than later, he found himself in the hallways. "Alright... I just need an exit... fast..." His head swiftly turned in almost all directions for the closest exit. It was either the door or the window across from him that seemed to be what he assumed to be the kitchen. "Quiet... quiet..." He continued to comfort himself to control the fear that leaped all around his stomach while he approached the window. Now in front of it, the man began to lift it open. When the window was slowly and painfully slid up, harsh wind blew right in his face. His composure remained as freedom was right in front of him.
When he began to fit himself through the window, he felt a forceful wrap around his neck. The sensation of his throat being crushed sent the man into panic. The sound of choked air screeched throughout the house, the man frantically wove both arms around as he tried to slip from the grip on his neck. His eyes shot wide open in panic, body jerked about to get away as quickly as possible. "Ah... quite disappointing..." The uncanny familiar voice softly whispered in the man's ear in contrast to his alarmed state. "I almost felt bad for you. The way you wandered hopelessly... the way your heart beat in distraught when you tried not to do bring any attention to yourself." While she talked quietly, she slid out a pistol from her holster and held it right at the man's temple, the barrel contacted his skin. "You were close, I'll admit that. You were just about to make your escape... but alas... as imagination tried to free you, reality has trapped you back in." She hissed delightfully in his ear.
In spite of the man's current condition and waved his knife around, luck struck him as he managed to stab Myojin right on her side of her stomach! Distracted and taken back from the stab, Myojin growled a low grunt as her grip weakened. "Shit!" When the man felt her grip loosen, he shoved the demon back as hard as he could to throw her down to the ground. He launched himself back to the window and slid it wide open. The man squatted a little before he then jumped through the window with a rough THUD! that was then met with a pained grunt of his own. Despite the throbbing pain that circulated, the man pushed through the uncomfortable sensation and dragged himself up to his feet to run away, though in a more "limping" motion.
"Freedom... freedom! FREEDOM!" The man gasped hysterically to himself.
All the demon did was watch the man make his "grand" escape. Anger, disappointed, frustration, nor even pain was expressed. Instead, Myojin sat on the ground with the same crooked smile that widen in thrill. She was in no fraught. She was the opposite. Excitement. She slowly stood up and casually pulled the knife out from her side. The blade was covered in her own black blood as the wound from the stab began to leak, but Myojin did nothing but stare at the knife before her attention was brought back to the window, the man now at a farther distance but still in sight.
"Waiting is the great vocation of the dispossessed." Her eyes trained through the window, the demon brought the combat knife near her mouth. She stuck her tongue out and delicately ran the tip of it along the blade, her blood now on her tongue. She pulled her tongue back in, her buds now covered in sour iron. "I will be given my reward... my satisfaction of watching you squirm until your last breath." She continued to talk to herself, her smile widening further. The knife was brought closer, this time to her teeth. The item now in between her teeth, she chomped down on the blade. The blade cracked from the strength of her bite, the hilt completely free and alone. Large trails of black blood then started to trickle down from her mouth and either dripped onto the ground or down her neck.
"You best pray that your god shows you mercy when I have you, boy... because I won't."
Age: 23
Starting Planet: Earth
Race: Demon
Transformation Path: Demon
Racial Traits: Looters, Makyo Power, Interdimensional Transition
Items: One Time Use Space Pod
Fighting Style: Balanced
Faction (Optional): Red Ribbon Army ("Officially"), PTO (Real Affiliation)
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: Height: 5'7"
Personality: A bloodthirsty demon who thrives best in chaos and disorder. She enjoys inflicting pain and despair onto others as well as receiving it all. She kills with little to no remorse, and as such she enjoys receiving pain and harsh punishment. From things that are more "tame" such as choking and being punched to the more extreme end such as stabbings and experiencing near death. Myojin, for better or worse, is proud to be both a sadist and masochist, but leans more over to masochism. She enjoys domination and being dominated. Torture and being tortured. Chasing and being chased. In her own twisted mind, she views it as motivation to inflict worse and and spread more despair. She welcomes it all with an open hug, daring those to test her limits and push her over them. Despite being an extreme masochist, Myojin years for authority, to be the one in control and have everyone kneel before her in fear and respect.
Her behavior can be observed as erratic and unstable, always impulsive and almost always seen to act first and think later. Myojin loves to live on the edge and rip the horns off of life. She's far from calculative as she never seems to have a plan, which makes situations that involve danger funner and more entertaining. It proves she sees nearly everything as a mere game, something to keep her delighted and her spirits up. Myojin is described to be extreme, unhinged, untamed, and prone to violent outbursts. She has almost little to no regard to those around her, viewing them as either prey to be played with either physically or mentally, or pets that she may unofficially declare. Despite it all, Myojin is aware of her twisted behavior and honest about how cruel she can be.
Myojin is no stranger to getting crude with other people. As mentioned before with having almost little to no regard of other people, she never has a filter on her. She says whatever is on her mind, even if it may be seen as offensive or vulgar. This also extends to jokes and banter, always finding newer ways to say even the most obscene phrases and thoughts. In return, and as expected, she welcomes this behavior. She sees no problem in it, but knows that it may make others uncomfortable, though she doesn't care much to tone it down or understand that certain things should not be said at certain times.
In contrast to her heartless and cruel persona, Myojin can have great respect, mainly so far towards her sister, Terasu. She's capable of feeling guilt and can always admit that she messed up. She encourages bravery through taunts and sarcastic remarks. Because of how chaotic Myojin's behavior is, it's easy to overlook the idea that she can have a heart and show great concern for others, even if it may seem unorthodox or eccentric. When she isn't bloodthirsty or energetic, she's surprisingly calm and almost relaxed compared to her usual hyper image who's always on the edge.
By the other hand, Myojin also appears to be intelligence and has a conscience, almost philosophical. While it may appear she does everything on a whim, every action is carefully thought out. Though she doesn't mind being the air headed one. Her older sister plays a role in making sure Myojin is on her leash and not completely losing her sanity. She's the main reason why she has a "conscience" as she cares greatly for her sister's validation. Her sister is one of the most important people in the universe for her and cares for her deeply... but Myojin would be no stranger to double crossing her if the opportunity requires it.
History: Myojin was the result of a botched experiment. She was never meant to be a demon, or transform to a full blooded demon. Before Myojin was Kibini Darke alongside her older sister, Hazel. These two women were USD operatives that served the organization with their pledge and lives. Kibini had always admired the USD, what they stood for, and how well they maintained peace. Unlike Hazel, who didn't have any interest in joining the USD, Kibini was able to convince her older sister otherwise. Both sisters worked as intel to collect information of any suspicious activity that went on in other planets or anything else that the force needed. It was a job that Kibini took pride in and was proud to be apart of the USD.
Kibini had a reputation as an energetic soldier. She was extremely friendly and got along with everyone she knew. She was far from the strongest or being "combat ready", but she was very skilled with hacking and technology. Whenever there was a technological problem, Kibini was there to fix it. She was never comfortable with fighting, unlike her sister who knew how to handle herself on the battlefield. She always aspired to one day be at the level her sister was so she could be a more versatile soldier, but until that moment came, she was comfortable with being the techie.
The sisters spent most of their days as USD operatives around the galaxy, but they were one day assigned to gather intel on Namek. It was a risky mission to consider when the planet was under PTO control. The pair had the opportunity to turn back, but Kibini refused to back down like her sister. If it wasn't for Hazel, Kibini was more than willing to let someone else take her spot. Whenever Hazel was by her side, Kibini felt like she could take on the whole universe. Accepting the task, the two sisters were sent off to Namek.
When the women first arrived, they were met with three innocent Namekian slaves who assumed they were part of the PTO regime. Fortunately, they noticed the USD patches on their uniform and immediately placed their trust in them. For the next few months during their time on Namek, they befriended many Namekians while avoiding the PTO's radar. They were also able to successfully collect a few information the USD could use to their advantage. Their operation went on swimmingly as they were able to live peacefully despite the current conditions the planet and its natives faced.
Their luck had unfortunately ran out when a few PTO grunts eventually caught the Darke sisters. Outnumbered with Hazel being the more competent combatant, they couldn't fight. Taken in as prisoners, the Darke were forced to surrender. To their surprise, and especially to Kibini, potential was seen in them to become better fighters and fit for the PTO. Instead of being slaves, they were taken in as experiments, their bodies subjected to tormenting methods as a means for the sisters to become stronger.
They were then injected with demon DNA that altered their genetics, now becoming demon hybrids. For the next few days, they were monitored to see where their strength and overall combat abilities stood, but their genetics became corrupted as they began to lose themselves. They became more violent, more chaotic, more bloodthirsty, and less human.
Their humanity was overrun with the desire to kill and bring havoc everywhere they went. They were no longer humans, no longer demonic hybrids with human DNA. They were now full blooded demons. The USD operatives the Namekians once knew were erased from this universe and replaced with unstable and erratic demons who stopped at nothing for blood to be drawn, especially for Kibini who was far more mental compared to her sister. The demons were used to put the enslaved Namekians in check and even went as far as to take their own lives if instructed to.
After a few months since their mutation, the sisters were tasked with a new mission: travel to Earth and gather intel for the PTO. The two underwent two new identities to match with their new form: Kibini became Myojin and Hazel became Terasu. The two demonic sisters joined the Red Ribbon as operatives to carry out any classified missions, not much different from their USD counterparts, except they're only collecting information on Earth for the PTO to use.
Techniques:
[ST1] Elemental Magic: As a demon, Myojin has access to elements that she may create techniques with, making her more versatile in and out of combat. She can manipulate, shape, and generate the following elements: fire, water, neon (wind), lightning, and earth.
[ST1] Magic Materialization: As a demon, Myojin has the ability to create anything she wants from magic. Food, clothing, weapons, items like phones and cars, she can create them all!
[ST1] Thermal Comfort: Due to her ability to control fire, the burn effect in Myojin's fire based attacks are increased by 5% (20% -> 25%, 40% -> 45%, 60% -> 65%).
[ST1] Flight: Myojin can either utilize ki to fly or use fire or neon to propel herself in the air!
[ST1] Bloodhound: Myojin can sniff out anyone within the level of a city, detecting and filtering between everyone's unique scent.
[OT1] Fired Fury: Myojin exhales a powerful wave of fire from her mouth!
Roleplay Sample:
"He's here... I can almost smell him... taste his scent... haaaaa..." The sound of sniffing was soft, almost delicate. In a deserted house located in a town forsaken by its own citizens due to a militia war that brought its demise into crumbles, even the most obscure sounds were picked up. A crooked smile crept onto the demon's lips during her stalking around the broken down home, her tongue lolled out in comparison to an excited dog ready to leap onto its prey and skin them alive, piece by piece, before biting its neck. The sound of her footsteps reflected across the hollow hallways. Her breathing was heavy, but controlled. Her colored pupils slid across room to room for her prey, cautious to not raise any suspicion on herself.
The sky fell into dusk, so the entire town was covered in darkness. Heavy rain knocked on the rooftop with occasional thunder that exploded from above. For the demon, it was no issue to stalk around in the dark. Her night vision made her an apex predator when it came to missions similar to this. She enjoyed the hunt. Myojin loves when her prey run and especially when they fight back. It got her blood pumping and gave her more motivation to make sure death was a slow and painful process. Regardless of Myojin's effort to attract minimal attention to herself, she called out in the evidently empty building.
"I know exactly where you are, where you're COWERING. I will wait out here for as long as you hide until you show yourself. The longer you keep me waiting, the more UNFORTUNATE your fate will be if you continue to be disobedient." The tone she cooed in was eerily calm, almost playful and if not challenging her target to continue out of the demon's sight. Silence. She was met with the heavy quietness and the pounding sound of heavy rain that overtook the town. "...I see... a shame for you, but more joy for me when I see you." She whispered the taunt to herself. Her tone shifted to a more desperate, eager vibration as she licked her lips in anticipation.
All the while just a room across from her, supposedly what looked to be the living room area, was a demoralized man who looked to be broken down. His clothing was born apart with blood painted all over his bright blue shirt and pants pained in dirt. He was drenched from the rain. He ran as far as his body could take him, for escape and survival. One shoe was missing from his foot that exposed his black sock whereas the other one had its laces completely untied. In his hand was a small combat knife, ready to spring and pounce to attack if the demon ever discovered his location. He tried to manage his heavy breathing from the adrenaline for survival, but every few seconds was a sputter as resulted from his failed attempts.
Pitch black, the man had nothing to go by, visually. He couldn't even see what was in front of him. All he knew was he hid behind a large couch. To begin with the tiny spark in the man that still shined bright, the footsteps sounded to be faint and lower. That meant the demon most likely passed the living room area and to another area of the house. Could this be his opportunity to leave? To finally escape and get the upper hand on Myojin? The disadvantage was he didn't know where he'd go with how dark the house was. He could bump into something and give attention to himself. "No... I gotta go..." He whispered an ounce of confidence to convince himself into escaping. He had to escape or else he'd be discovered eventually. He just had to be careful, take his time... yes, that's what he had to do if he wanted to live.
The man straightened out his legs to stand up and began to blindly tip toe around the living room. "Careful... careful..." The man comforted himself to settle his nerves. His hands out and gently bumping into objects so he avoided impatience, the man took his time in physically scoping out where he was. Sooner than later, he found himself in the hallways. "Alright... I just need an exit... fast..." His head swiftly turned in almost all directions for the closest exit. It was either the door or the window across from him that seemed to be what he assumed to be the kitchen. "Quiet... quiet..." He continued to comfort himself to control the fear that leaped all around his stomach while he approached the window. Now in front of it, the man began to lift it open. When the window was slowly and painfully slid up, harsh wind blew right in his face. His composure remained as freedom was right in front of him.
When he began to fit himself through the window, he felt a forceful wrap around his neck. The sensation of his throat being crushed sent the man into panic. The sound of choked air screeched throughout the house, the man frantically wove both arms around as he tried to slip from the grip on his neck. His eyes shot wide open in panic, body jerked about to get away as quickly as possible. "Ah... quite disappointing..." The uncanny familiar voice softly whispered in the man's ear in contrast to his alarmed state. "I almost felt bad for you. The way you wandered hopelessly... the way your heart beat in distraught when you tried not to do bring any attention to yourself." While she talked quietly, she slid out a pistol from her holster and held it right at the man's temple, the barrel contacted his skin. "You were close, I'll admit that. You were just about to make your escape... but alas... as imagination tried to free you, reality has trapped you back in." She hissed delightfully in his ear.
In spite of the man's current condition and waved his knife around, luck struck him as he managed to stab Myojin right on her side of her stomach! Distracted and taken back from the stab, Myojin growled a low grunt as her grip weakened. "Shit!" When the man felt her grip loosen, he shoved the demon back as hard as he could to throw her down to the ground. He launched himself back to the window and slid it wide open. The man squatted a little before he then jumped through the window with a rough THUD! that was then met with a pained grunt of his own. Despite the throbbing pain that circulated, the man pushed through the uncomfortable sensation and dragged himself up to his feet to run away, though in a more "limping" motion.
"Freedom... freedom! FREEDOM!" The man gasped hysterically to himself.
All the demon did was watch the man make his "grand" escape. Anger, disappointed, frustration, nor even pain was expressed. Instead, Myojin sat on the ground with the same crooked smile that widen in thrill. She was in no fraught. She was the opposite. Excitement. She slowly stood up and casually pulled the knife out from her side. The blade was covered in her own black blood as the wound from the stab began to leak, but Myojin did nothing but stare at the knife before her attention was brought back to the window, the man now at a farther distance but still in sight.
"Waiting is the great vocation of the dispossessed." Her eyes trained through the window, the demon brought the combat knife near her mouth. She stuck her tongue out and delicately ran the tip of it along the blade, her blood now on her tongue. She pulled her tongue back in, her buds now covered in sour iron. "I will be given my reward... my satisfaction of watching you squirm until your last breath." She continued to talk to herself, her smile widening further. The knife was brought closer, this time to her teeth. The item now in between her teeth, she chomped down on the blade. The blade cracked from the strength of her bite, the hilt completely free and alone. Large trails of black blood then started to trickle down from her mouth and either dripped onto the ground or down her neck.
"You best pray that your god shows you mercy when I have you, boy... because I won't."
