Characters: IC Yozak and IC Belal Fandom: omg!maou Rated: R
Cleaning Up
He had played a maid in his spy routine enough to know that this was not going to be an easy mess to clean.
Yozak stood, back straight, and arms hanging heavily at his sides with his sword tightly clenched in his fist as he stared forward. The golden sheen of the throne was all but lost to the thick coating of crimson drying to a sickly tint of brown. Blood was splattered across everything in view, including himself. It looked darker than usual against the pale furnishings of the throne room.
But blood was blood and Yozak had seen more than his fair share of it. The tapestries would take several hours to clean properly and the drapes were a loss. It was a shame to lose such fine material, but there would be no way to remove such extensive staining without also stripping the dye. The floors would wash easily enough, but the crevices between long set stones would bear evidence if not scrubbed with great attention.
And the maids wouldn’t even be able to begin their work until someone assisted in dragging away all the bodies. The room was practically littered with the human soldiers. There were seven before he lost count. There were at least twice that many now.
He couldn’t remember how they died; only that he had to get to Belal and they had been in his way. His own body ached and there was torn flesh and the vague sense of broken bones, but it seemed distant, like the echo of someone else’s injuries and not his own.
His bright blue eyes continued to stare forward at the throne. It was too valuable to discard, but cleaning it presented the most challenges. And it would have to be patched considering the daggers puncturing the wood.
It was unfortunate for the glorified chair, but Belal kept moving. How could he do what needed to be done with all that squirming around? The blades had slid between his bones and through his flesh easily enough and kept the thrashing to a minimum. But then he wouldn’t stop screaming and whimpering. It had been rewarding enough at first, but it soon grated on his nerves. A swift blow to the jaw, caused the human king’s bones to crack beneath the force, but Yozak could still hear a low whining sound. He heard it still even after the man’s tongue lay upon the floor at their feet.
And even as he surveyed the room, he could feel the whine even if he couldn’t hear it. But he just shrugged it off and walked back out the way he had come, accidentally crushing a hand beneath his boot as he navigated the slain men.
He had gotten what he had come for, and there was no need to spy upon the dead or the dead’s cleaning crew any further. He held the thick burlap bag containing the results of his scavenge to keep it from dripping on his already filthy clothing.
Conrad would be happy to receive the man’s scalp. It had taken quite a while to coax out of him why he had chosen the scalp over his head or heart, but once he did nothing was going to stand in the way of Yozak retrieving it. And for himself, he took something from Belal that was a bit more insulting.
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Date: 2006-03-05 01:01 am (UTC)Fandom: omg!maou
Rated: R
Cleaning Up
He had played a maid in his spy routine enough to know that this was not going to be an easy mess to clean.
Yozak stood, back straight, and arms hanging heavily at his sides with his sword tightly clenched in his fist as he stared forward. The golden sheen of the throne was all but lost to the thick coating of crimson drying to a sickly tint of brown. Blood was splattered across everything in view, including himself. It looked darker than usual against the pale furnishings of the throne room.
But blood was blood and Yozak had seen more than his fair share of it. The tapestries would take several hours to clean properly and the drapes were a loss. It was a shame to lose such fine material, but there would be no way to remove such extensive staining without also stripping the dye. The floors would wash easily enough, but the crevices between long set stones would bear evidence if not scrubbed with great attention.
And the maids wouldn’t even be able to begin their work until someone assisted in dragging away all the bodies. The room was practically littered with the human soldiers. There were seven before he lost count. There were at least twice that many now.
He couldn’t remember how they died; only that he had to get to Belal and they had been in his way. His own body ached and there was torn flesh and the vague sense of broken bones, but it seemed distant, like the echo of someone else’s injuries and not his own.
His bright blue eyes continued to stare forward at the throne. It was too valuable to discard, but cleaning it presented the most challenges. And it would have to be patched considering the daggers puncturing the wood.
It was unfortunate for the glorified chair, but Belal kept moving. How could he do what needed to be done with all that squirming around? The blades had slid between his bones and through his flesh easily enough and kept the thrashing to a minimum. But then he wouldn’t stop screaming and whimpering. It had been rewarding enough at first, but it soon grated on his nerves. A swift blow to the jaw, caused the human king’s bones to crack beneath the force, but Yozak could still hear a low whining sound. He heard it still even after the man’s tongue lay upon the floor at their feet.
And even as he surveyed the room, he could feel the whine even if he couldn’t hear it. But he just shrugged it off and walked back out the way he had come, accidentally crushing a hand beneath his boot as he navigated the slain men.
He had gotten what he had come for, and there was no need to spy upon the dead or the dead’s cleaning crew any further. He held the thick burlap bag containing the results of his scavenge to keep it from dripping on his already filthy clothing.
Conrad would be happy to receive the man’s scalp. It had taken quite a while to coax out of him why he had chosen the scalp over his head or heart, but once he did nothing was going to stand in the way of Yozak retrieving it. And for himself, he took something from Belal that was a bit more insulting.
But who knew it would be so small?