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paixaorpg2007-05-04 05:11 pm
overlords_wrath) wrote in paixaorpg2007-05-04 05:11 pm
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Demons Have Love Too [Completed]
Characters: Larxene, Laharl, and some Dusks at the end
Content: Larxene's very unhappy with having been hurt in her recon mission. But, lucky for her, she gets to mix a little revenge with work. Much to Laharl's ultimate dismay. He's helpless to defend himself from her.
Setting: Unknown.
Time: A few hours after this thread.
Warnings: Torture, trauma and just all kinds of ...yeaaah.
The Overlord wasn't completely sure what happened after he'd fallen over and couldn't get up. Larxene had been standing over him. Taunting him. Blackness enveloped them... then... he wasn't sure. It was foggy, much like his head was now. It felt like cotton was stuffed in his head. He was aware and awake, for the most part, but he felt sluggish.
He was laying on something hard. Cool. A.. table? How had he gotten there? He tried to raise, but found none of his limbs wanted to respond. He wasn't bound by anything... Why could he move?! What... what had she put on that kunai? He wasn't sure, but he didn't like it one bit.
He didn't like feeling this, well, helpless. Damnit, how could he have been caught off guard like that? Damnit! And Flonne... Flonne was left behind as the medical center. Flonne... Not to mention Etna. She was going to be so pissed... damn. He was on thin ice with her as it was.
He forced his eyes open and tried to look around. What was this? Some.. sort of lab? He had a bad feeling about this.
Content: Larxene's very unhappy with having been hurt in her recon mission. But, lucky for her, she gets to mix a little revenge with work. Much to Laharl's ultimate dismay. He's helpless to defend himself from her.
Setting: Unknown.
Time: A few hours after this thread.
Warnings: Torture, trauma and just all kinds of ...yeaaah.
The Overlord wasn't completely sure what happened after he'd fallen over and couldn't get up. Larxene had been standing over him. Taunting him. Blackness enveloped them... then... he wasn't sure. It was foggy, much like his head was now. It felt like cotton was stuffed in his head. He was aware and awake, for the most part, but he felt sluggish.
He was laying on something hard. Cool. A.. table? How had he gotten there? He tried to raise, but found none of his limbs wanted to respond. He wasn't bound by anything... Why could he move?! What... what had she put on that kunai? He wasn't sure, but he didn't like it one bit.
He didn't like feeling this, well, helpless. Damnit, how could he have been caught off guard like that? Damnit! And Flonne... Flonne was left behind as the medical center. Flonne... Not to mention Etna. She was going to be so pissed... damn. He was on thin ice with her as it was.
He forced his eyes open and tried to look around. What was this? Some.. sort of lab? He had a bad feeling about this.
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He then found himself pushed from the table by the creatures, landing to the floor with a oomph. His fingers hit something. Metal. The pendant. In desperation he managed will his fingers to wrap around it and clutch onto it tightly like a lifeline.
Then a muffled cry echoed again through the room as he was hoisted up by his arms, which sent him reeling in pain as his wounded arm and shoulder were aggravated.
Once more he felt helpless as he was dragged from the room and dumped into a cell, where he collapsed into a sorry heap. He clutched the pendant tighter, as Larxene's words continued to sink in. The painful whines and choking sobs of one in horrible pain trying desperately not to cry echoed through the cellblock.