Post by JasmineNooby on Jan 25, 2022 21:52:33 GMT
Audio Log 183: Subject 01. Lyra Rin. The first Half-Demon to 'befriend?' the Parasite. They seem to have mutual interests. Both have seemingly civil conversations as of later observations. Less outbursts of murderous intent and due to this we have managed to decrease the expendable staff - despite there being so many she goes through them far too quickly... Anyways, today's observations go as follows: Subject 01 seemed to have not slept through the night once again, instead she was seen roaming her outside enclosed area. Many cameras picked up a red light rather than blue emitting from her blindfold. Throughout the night many plants and trees could be found scratched and engraved with halos and signs of avid fighting. From what we already know this was a fight with the Parasite. Some of the footage is slightly corrupt but through the steady regathering and piecing together we found something unexpected... slightly baffling. From the tracks left in the outside enclosure and this video tape it has been made evident to us that this Parasite, this creature that instinctively desires to take over a host at whatever the cost was afraid; it was running for its life. This Half-Demon at that struck such a fear into a seemingly fearless being that it has decided to attempt to live alongside Subject 01 rather than taking her over. Due to the destructive behaviours as of recent, the outside enclosure has been locked down as concerns of an escape were rising above controllable levels. This has changed the daily routine we have been attempting to uphold with Subject 01, instead she refuses to talk to us, she doesn't seem interested in food or water. Taking only what is necessary for surviving and when it becomes a necessity. We even tried coaxing her with live prey.
No reactions.
The word "Boring" was muttered after the scrambling human was placed in front of her. Subject 01 simply turned around, keeping her knees to her chest with her head down. As of current time - 0236 - Subject 01 is in a completely docile state once more. The Parasite has even shown itself in its ‘physical’ form as she lays on her side still in a ball. Yet it doesn't approach her completely, instead it sits 6ft away from her, watching over her body and smiling eerily at anyone who walks by. This protective manner is to be observed closely. Until she awakens we will only be giving her bare necessities. Subject 01 is known to be an expert in deceit and should be treated with the utmost caution. We do not need another breakout due to lax protocols. Ending Log.
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A City filled with Lifeless Hunts.
Rattles of soft heavy chains brushed the walls of buildings far too tall for such a small stature. The silent steps of foreboding play as the eyes of a predator gleamed behind the cloth. Waiting. Watching. Predicting. Boring...
Boring. Boring. Boring boring boring boring... this little demon only saw boring people. No one seemed interesting, adventurous, outgoing, not even good in clothing. Well she couldn't say too much on that face, afterall she herself was dressed in ash splattered rags. A loose white shirt and her usual black stretchy jeans - that was another thing The Agency couldn’t take off of her. But they were rather torn and muddy.
Lyra seemed to trace the bricks with intrigue, not many houses were built like this - they definitely didn't have these sorts of indents in the facility. If they did she would've gotten out long ago, long before that event. The demon sneered as she reminisced about her long taunted prey being stolen from her. Shaking her head she continued forward down darker dinger alleys, oblivious to anything or anyone following her. To the point where she took one quiet step into the main street before a crackly dust covered hand yanked her back into the shadows.
"D-a-m-e. You should not be going out there, not like -"
Doioiinngg~
The clashing shudders of a creature's head on a ventilation system.
"Lyra you insolent little-"
Doioiinngg~ this time followed by slight giggling.
"Fine! Fine." The Shadow raised its hands, not fully formed as its dusty torso swirled through the night sky, "All I'm saying is I would prefer it if you didn't go out there. Not here anyways. This place is far, far different from your village and The Agency." Its low tones seemed to dull the ears of ongoing bystanders as it rubbed the back of its crackling head, sighing deeply before observing the dent in the ventilation.
"I know it's different. They didn't have buildings like these back home - plus The Agency had no indents! If they did I wouldn't be doing this!" Her voice resonated with childlike curiosity as she hung gracefully from the cracks and dents in the walls, slowly climbing higher and higher as a giant clawed hand grabbed the hanging chain on her left ankle.
"Don't you dare climb away. You need to change your clothes-!"
The voice was slightly too loud. An on going civilian briefly poked their head into the trash filled alley.
A hunt.
This one caught Lyras eyes. The Shadow sighed as it let go of the chain carefully, shrinking back into her shadow. It muttered through the mind link, "Just don’t go killing him in plain sight. At least lure him into an alley.” Instead of a reply over the mindlink, it was filled with unfiltered laughter. Her eyes turned to slits as she climbed to the top of the lower buildings, following this passerby closely, out of sight, out of mind.
Five minutes turned to ten, ten to fifteen, fifteen to twenty…
The passersby dropped to the right, walking into a dark park, barely lit by the street lights yet still in closed quarters. Lyra licked the insides of her lips subtly. She very quickly sprinted ahead, still not being noticed as she placed herself next to a bench, leaning against the side and pulling her knees into her chest. Placing her head on them as she muffled her crocodile tears. Satan’s Shadow shuddered at the realism she managed to create, she really was a master at deceit.
No reactions.
The word "Boring" was muttered after the scrambling human was placed in front of her. Subject 01 simply turned around, keeping her knees to her chest with her head down. As of current time - 0236 - Subject 01 is in a completely docile state once more. The Parasite has even shown itself in its ‘physical’ form as she lays on her side still in a ball. Yet it doesn't approach her completely, instead it sits 6ft away from her, watching over her body and smiling eerily at anyone who walks by. This protective manner is to be observed closely. Until she awakens we will only be giving her bare necessities. Subject 01 is known to be an expert in deceit and should be treated with the utmost caution. We do not need another breakout due to lax protocols. Ending Log.
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A City filled with Lifeless Hunts.
Rattles of soft heavy chains brushed the walls of buildings far too tall for such a small stature. The silent steps of foreboding play as the eyes of a predator gleamed behind the cloth. Waiting. Watching. Predicting. Boring...
Boring. Boring. Boring boring boring boring... this little demon only saw boring people. No one seemed interesting, adventurous, outgoing, not even good in clothing. Well she couldn't say too much on that face, afterall she herself was dressed in ash splattered rags. A loose white shirt and her usual black stretchy jeans - that was another thing The Agency couldn’t take off of her. But they were rather torn and muddy.
Lyra seemed to trace the bricks with intrigue, not many houses were built like this - they definitely didn't have these sorts of indents in the facility. If they did she would've gotten out long ago, long before that event. The demon sneered as she reminisced about her long taunted prey being stolen from her. Shaking her head she continued forward down darker dinger alleys, oblivious to anything or anyone following her. To the point where she took one quiet step into the main street before a crackly dust covered hand yanked her back into the shadows.
"D-a-m-e. You should not be going out there, not like -"
Doioiinngg~
The clashing shudders of a creature's head on a ventilation system.
"Lyra you insolent little-"
Doioiinngg~ this time followed by slight giggling.
"Fine! Fine." The Shadow raised its hands, not fully formed as its dusty torso swirled through the night sky, "All I'm saying is I would prefer it if you didn't go out there. Not here anyways. This place is far, far different from your village and The Agency." Its low tones seemed to dull the ears of ongoing bystanders as it rubbed the back of its crackling head, sighing deeply before observing the dent in the ventilation.
"I know it's different. They didn't have buildings like these back home - plus The Agency had no indents! If they did I wouldn't be doing this!" Her voice resonated with childlike curiosity as she hung gracefully from the cracks and dents in the walls, slowly climbing higher and higher as a giant clawed hand grabbed the hanging chain on her left ankle.
"Don't you dare climb away. You need to change your clothes-!"
The voice was slightly too loud. An on going civilian briefly poked their head into the trash filled alley.
A hunt.
This one caught Lyras eyes. The Shadow sighed as it let go of the chain carefully, shrinking back into her shadow. It muttered through the mind link, "Just don’t go killing him in plain sight. At least lure him into an alley.” Instead of a reply over the mindlink, it was filled with unfiltered laughter. Her eyes turned to slits as she climbed to the top of the lower buildings, following this passerby closely, out of sight, out of mind.
Five minutes turned to ten, ten to fifteen, fifteen to twenty…
The passersby dropped to the right, walking into a dark park, barely lit by the street lights yet still in closed quarters. Lyra licked the insides of her lips subtly. She very quickly sprinted ahead, still not being noticed as she placed herself next to a bench, leaning against the side and pulling her knees into her chest. Placing her head on them as she muffled her crocodile tears. Satan’s Shadow shuddered at the realism she managed to create, she really was a master at deceit.
Acting perfectly when she wanted something.
The passerby fell for it. He very kindly and slowly approached the crying girl, crouching down a little away as he gently asked, “Are you okay? Do you need any help? It’s dangerous to be alone in New York City.” His voice was so gentle, so sweet, so kind… her smirk was clearly filled with excitement of what was to come.
Lyra gently loosened her arms, her sobs interrupting every other word, “I’m… lost… I took too many turns and I couldn't find my way back home. I’m scared of the dark, I don’t have a phone or anything to get back. My parents must be worried…” She hastened her talking to mimic a young teen panicking - after all her stature was rather small.
The kind gentleman nodded, standing up once more and lending his hand out towards the small girl. Lyra looked through the bandage at the hand awaiting her, she very shakily grabbed it - the chains on her wrists hidden by her loose white shirt. As the chains around her ankles began to rattle the poor soul didn’t have a chance to react. Lyra hastily pulled him down, kneeing him in the stomach. Winded, her prey fell down. Mercilessly Lyra stomped her heel into his groyne, as he inhaled sharply, before he could wail a scream for help she covered his mouth with her hand. Her left hand contained one of her daggers, she pushed it up to his neck so the cold steel would break the first layer of skin. The red trickled down her blade, reflecting in the low light. Her smile twisted into that of a pure Demon, “Shhh shhh shhh, no telling now. As they say, see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil. Okay?” Her voice was happily, jolly as the demon's bloodlust began to rise a little higher.
Her blindfold began to fall slightly, revealing her low glowing blue eye. Upon closer inspection, the outsides of the iris had begun to glow red. She ticked her head upwards, black dust began to surround her as the Parasite appeared standing cross arms behind her.
“Lyra… Nevermind. I can’t complain since he is still alive.” The creature's voice vibrated deeply, its tones defeated as the demon girl looked towards the towering shadow standing at 6ft8.
“I can’t really lift him without him screaming for help. Mind doing it for me?” She smirked, quickly looking behind her at Satan’s Shadow then back at her prey.
“Fine. But what do I get out of it?” He began to tap his clawed foot on the ground, the soft crunching sound of dust repeating around the three of them.
“Just help me- I will… let you tell me what to do ONCE but only once.” She rolled her eyes under the blindfold, pushing the blade a little deeper into the man's warm neck as tears trickled down his face, painting it with perfect fear.
“Wow! Generous today are we? I’m glad you’re in a good mood. Deal.” The Parasite's hollow smile appeared on its face, it overshadowed Lyra a little more before a void claw wrapped itself around the prey's mouth.
Lyra let out a low demonic growl as she watched what Satan’s Shadow was doing. He sighed, shaking his dusty head before using void chains to restrict the man's wrists and ankles. Crouching low to his body he nudged Lyra to move. She stepped away, sheathing her blade behind her back and watching as the Parasite picked up her hunt.
“Listen, we are going back in this alley, okay? It’s pretty hidden and since many people walk by it’ll be overlooked completely. Just grab his shirt and we can be on the move again.” By the end of his sentence he was met with a very hostile growl, Lyras blue eye had turned a blood red as they walked into the alley. She protectively watched him place her hunt down, continuing to follow him with her eyes as her growl continued.
“I’m not going to kill him. Do as you please.” The Parasite held its hands up, backing away slowly from the man as the growling came to a halt. Lyras eyes snapped back to her hunt, her kill. The red glow could be seen from underneath the bandage. The demon looked at the Parasite once more, notioning for him to remove the wrist restraints. Lyra swiftly stole the man's crimson red shirt and swapped it for hers. She straightened the front out, looking far more tidied up. Rolling up the sleeves and untangling the broken chains she swiftly pulled out her curved blade.
Satan’s Shadow sighed. He looked away while she began to slash into the poor soul. Shoving her dagger through his palms and into the wall. Drops of warm blood began to dance down his face, dripping onto the tattered white rags Lyra had worn. She slowly moved to defining that this kill was hers. Lyra cut through his stomach and bladder, chuckling maniacally as the two mixed together, spitting and foaming in the already dingy alley. His muffled screams began to die down, his puffy tears coming to a halt. The red began to fade from her blue eye. It regained its heavenly blue colour as his breathing stopped. Satan’s Shadow backed further away. He knew she was pissed.
“Look, he’s dead already.”
Dull tones, no emotions. Her face was completely devoid of all emotion.
Satan’s Shadow dismissed the void claws from the corpse. Speaking with care, “Lyra, let's move on and find someone else. They might be better.” He gestured to the park with his clawed hand.
“They’re all boring. I can’t even find the trace that blew The Agency down and stole all my hunts and now the hunts here are useless. I might as well go after birds. Or…” Lyra drifted off as she looked towards The Parasite. He knew what she was going to attempt.
“Lyra, no. We are not in The Agency anymore.” He began to back away into the open space of the park - at least it was night, they shouldn’t attract as much attention.
Instead of a response she immediately darted for The Parasite, his sigh rumbled the ground around them, taking a lowered stance as he swiftly pushed off towards her. Going to swing his left claws at her right shoulder.
Lyra closed the distance preemptively, raising her right arm so his left forearm would land into it. After the first slam it seemed like they were really truly trying to kill each other. Over mere minutes this fight seemed to quicken. Each kick, every punch or slash becoming faster, more accurate. Lyra would block and twist between a flurry of punches before returning a combination of high kicks and turns, using Satan's Shadow to gain air. When the demon landed she began to run towards him, closer to the floor than usual. He widened his stance, the gap between his legs becoming her goal. The girl feinted going to jab at his abdomen, quickly sliding across the grass, twisting to her front and stopping the momentum with her right hand on his ankle. If anyone was watching they would've seen her flexibility as she quickly pushed and twisted herself up, launching off the ground and wrapping her legs around Satan's Shadows neck. Tightening her legs as she leaned back, using her tensed body to try and pull him backwards, throwing punches at the sides of his dusty chest as she did. Lyras blue eye had hints of red in it as her outburst continued.
Both of them were still fighting with the intent to kill. This was becoming more and more clear with every second… Satan's Shadow had grabbed both her legs, just below the knees. With the way she was hanging off of him he couldn't throw her forward as she'd catch his horns. Lyra already knew this, his only choice was to unwrap her legs and attempt to throw them backwards. This process was becoming more and more difficult, for the past 3 minutes Lyra had been landing constant and consistently fast, direct punches towards both sides of his chest. If it wasn't for his dusty form he would definitely have broken ribs, maybe even a punctured lung. Her legs were still tensed and tight, he got them off his neck, gripping her shins and throwing them over his shoulder as he lunged forward. Pivoting to see how she'd land. Lyra had managed to drop onto her hands, using them to push herself into a handstand as she fell forwards landing on her feet.
As Satan's Shadow had forgotten that despite them going to at each other at a stupidly high pace for near eight minutes, her energy was barely dented. He knew Lyra probably didn't realise she needed a drink, she hadn't had anything since she had arrived in New York City, which was normal for her. They stayed opposite each other, he was utilising this time to allow his Dusty Regeneration to gather his chest back together. It was clear that Lyra was on a high alert, she was waiting for the next opening to continue her attack…
The passerby fell for it. He very kindly and slowly approached the crying girl, crouching down a little away as he gently asked, “Are you okay? Do you need any help? It’s dangerous to be alone in New York City.” His voice was so gentle, so sweet, so kind… her smirk was clearly filled with excitement of what was to come.
Lyra gently loosened her arms, her sobs interrupting every other word, “I’m… lost… I took too many turns and I couldn't find my way back home. I’m scared of the dark, I don’t have a phone or anything to get back. My parents must be worried…” She hastened her talking to mimic a young teen panicking - after all her stature was rather small.
The kind gentleman nodded, standing up once more and lending his hand out towards the small girl. Lyra looked through the bandage at the hand awaiting her, she very shakily grabbed it - the chains on her wrists hidden by her loose white shirt. As the chains around her ankles began to rattle the poor soul didn’t have a chance to react. Lyra hastily pulled him down, kneeing him in the stomach. Winded, her prey fell down. Mercilessly Lyra stomped her heel into his groyne, as he inhaled sharply, before he could wail a scream for help she covered his mouth with her hand. Her left hand contained one of her daggers, she pushed it up to his neck so the cold steel would break the first layer of skin. The red trickled down her blade, reflecting in the low light. Her smile twisted into that of a pure Demon, “Shhh shhh shhh, no telling now. As they say, see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil. Okay?” Her voice was happily, jolly as the demon's bloodlust began to rise a little higher.
Her blindfold began to fall slightly, revealing her low glowing blue eye. Upon closer inspection, the outsides of the iris had begun to glow red. She ticked her head upwards, black dust began to surround her as the Parasite appeared standing cross arms behind her.
“Lyra… Nevermind. I can’t complain since he is still alive.” The creature's voice vibrated deeply, its tones defeated as the demon girl looked towards the towering shadow standing at 6ft8.
“I can’t really lift him without him screaming for help. Mind doing it for me?” She smirked, quickly looking behind her at Satan’s Shadow then back at her prey.
“Fine. But what do I get out of it?” He began to tap his clawed foot on the ground, the soft crunching sound of dust repeating around the three of them.
“Just help me- I will… let you tell me what to do ONCE but only once.” She rolled her eyes under the blindfold, pushing the blade a little deeper into the man's warm neck as tears trickled down his face, painting it with perfect fear.
“Wow! Generous today are we? I’m glad you’re in a good mood. Deal.” The Parasite's hollow smile appeared on its face, it overshadowed Lyra a little more before a void claw wrapped itself around the prey's mouth.
Lyra let out a low demonic growl as she watched what Satan’s Shadow was doing. He sighed, shaking his dusty head before using void chains to restrict the man's wrists and ankles. Crouching low to his body he nudged Lyra to move. She stepped away, sheathing her blade behind her back and watching as the Parasite picked up her hunt.
“Listen, we are going back in this alley, okay? It’s pretty hidden and since many people walk by it’ll be overlooked completely. Just grab his shirt and we can be on the move again.” By the end of his sentence he was met with a very hostile growl, Lyras blue eye had turned a blood red as they walked into the alley. She protectively watched him place her hunt down, continuing to follow him with her eyes as her growl continued.
“I’m not going to kill him. Do as you please.” The Parasite held its hands up, backing away slowly from the man as the growling came to a halt. Lyras eyes snapped back to her hunt, her kill. The red glow could be seen from underneath the bandage. The demon looked at the Parasite once more, notioning for him to remove the wrist restraints. Lyra swiftly stole the man's crimson red shirt and swapped it for hers. She straightened the front out, looking far more tidied up. Rolling up the sleeves and untangling the broken chains she swiftly pulled out her curved blade.
Satan’s Shadow sighed. He looked away while she began to slash into the poor soul. Shoving her dagger through his palms and into the wall. Drops of warm blood began to dance down his face, dripping onto the tattered white rags Lyra had worn. She slowly moved to defining that this kill was hers. Lyra cut through his stomach and bladder, chuckling maniacally as the two mixed together, spitting and foaming in the already dingy alley. His muffled screams began to die down, his puffy tears coming to a halt. The red began to fade from her blue eye. It regained its heavenly blue colour as his breathing stopped. Satan’s Shadow backed further away. He knew she was pissed.
“Look, he’s dead already.”
Dull tones, no emotions. Her face was completely devoid of all emotion.
Satan’s Shadow dismissed the void claws from the corpse. Speaking with care, “Lyra, let's move on and find someone else. They might be better.” He gestured to the park with his clawed hand.
“They’re all boring. I can’t even find the trace that blew The Agency down and stole all my hunts and now the hunts here are useless. I might as well go after birds. Or…” Lyra drifted off as she looked towards The Parasite. He knew what she was going to attempt.
“Lyra, no. We are not in The Agency anymore.” He began to back away into the open space of the park - at least it was night, they shouldn’t attract as much attention.
Instead of a response she immediately darted for The Parasite, his sigh rumbled the ground around them, taking a lowered stance as he swiftly pushed off towards her. Going to swing his left claws at her right shoulder.
Lyra closed the distance preemptively, raising her right arm so his left forearm would land into it. After the first slam it seemed like they were really truly trying to kill each other. Over mere minutes this fight seemed to quicken. Each kick, every punch or slash becoming faster, more accurate. Lyra would block and twist between a flurry of punches before returning a combination of high kicks and turns, using Satan's Shadow to gain air. When the demon landed she began to run towards him, closer to the floor than usual. He widened his stance, the gap between his legs becoming her goal. The girl feinted going to jab at his abdomen, quickly sliding across the grass, twisting to her front and stopping the momentum with her right hand on his ankle. If anyone was watching they would've seen her flexibility as she quickly pushed and twisted herself up, launching off the ground and wrapping her legs around Satan's Shadows neck. Tightening her legs as she leaned back, using her tensed body to try and pull him backwards, throwing punches at the sides of his dusty chest as she did. Lyras blue eye had hints of red in it as her outburst continued.
Both of them were still fighting with the intent to kill. This was becoming more and more clear with every second… Satan's Shadow had grabbed both her legs, just below the knees. With the way she was hanging off of him he couldn't throw her forward as she'd catch his horns. Lyra already knew this, his only choice was to unwrap her legs and attempt to throw them backwards. This process was becoming more and more difficult, for the past 3 minutes Lyra had been landing constant and consistently fast, direct punches towards both sides of his chest. If it wasn't for his dusty form he would definitely have broken ribs, maybe even a punctured lung. Her legs were still tensed and tight, he got them off his neck, gripping her shins and throwing them over his shoulder as he lunged forward. Pivoting to see how she'd land. Lyra had managed to drop onto her hands, using them to push herself into a handstand as she fell forwards landing on her feet.
As Satan's Shadow had forgotten that despite them going to at each other at a stupidly high pace for near eight minutes, her energy was barely dented. He knew Lyra probably didn't realise she needed a drink, she hadn't had anything since she had arrived in New York City, which was normal for her. They stayed opposite each other, he was utilising this time to allow his Dusty Regeneration to gather his chest back together. It was clear that Lyra was on a high alert, she was waiting for the next opening to continue her attack…