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2004-05-02 12:48:51 (UTC)

The God of War and the Demon of Chaos

Viol was not a very patient God. This could be well
assumed, considering he is the God of war and violence.
But being an impatient God is sometimes a curse,
considering he lives for all eternity. Fuck the peace
keeping yuppies. He would be here forever, no doubt. Yet
it wasn't that he wanted his existance to end...That was
impossible for a God to wish. Impatience to a God simply
meant that he expected to be entertained quite thoroughly
when he wanted to be. And right now, Viol wanted to be
entertained.

Boredom showed through his swaggering walk, his hands in
his jacket pockets. He wore tight dark and dull red pants,
along with a matching turtle neck, over which there was a
sleeveless white coat with the collar flipped up that
reached down to his feet, which were covered in the same
dull red coloured biker boots. These boots had a series of
silver buckles which looked like they could have served
some higher purpose, perhaps helping astronauts in deep
space? Whatever the case, he looked the part of this
generation. His skin was tan as always, his white teeth
bright as he grinned at passersby, his black hair was long
and mussed.

He walked without a care in the world, once in a while
pausing in the middle of a sidewalk and simply standing
still for a few moments. He eventually turned against the
current of one of the city's busier streets and made his
way through a dark alleyway. Dark alleyways...They were
perfect for all sorts of hungry winged or fanged things,
or simply needy thugs. He walked through with a careless
stride, his thin but well-toned form eminating total
confidence.

Thud, thud, thud. His boots hit the pavement with
satisfying clunks.

The God of War walked tonight.

Shadow's could conceal just nearly everything. The shadows
of the ally ways were more grim then the shadows of
elsewhere. Perhapes from the dingy ground and trash lying
about, perhapes the way it was always wet even on the
driest days, perhapes because this Powerful God Of War
walked i's pavement. Or perhapes because it was also
graced with another pressance. Concealed by the shadows
cast off the brick building, a figure leaned Idely aginst
the wall.

The Demon of Chaos, the trouble maker of all trouble
makers, held his strong arms crossed over his chest. He
was adorned by a tight black shirt of an odd streching
fabric, perhapes of spandex or something similar, no
matter, the short sleeved shirt clung to his well toned
chest. Black leather gloves decked his hands, the fingers
snipped out of them. His pants, slightly snug, were cut of
the same soft, sheep-skin leather that was used to cut the
cloves. Heavy boots, the laces untied and the top of the
half-calf high boots hung open, the pants treded down into
the boots. His wings were not, as often found, pressed
aginst his back and disguised as a cloak of torn leather
but rather were relaxed on his back.

These wings were torn about the edge, no doubt for a
thousand or more years of heavy hard use. White eyes, pure
and untainted by a shard of color, scanned the empty ally.
He felt a pressance, and he knew of what this pressance
was. But who was this pressance was still undetermined.
Time to suck up. With a sigh he stepped out from his
shadpwy place and stood in the center of the ally. He
bowed deeply and uttered a single word.

"Divenity." Was the greeting from the deep, raspy voice
that came scarcly louder then a whisper. The greeting
acknowleged the others title with a sound of deep respect.

Thud, thud, thud-- The sound of Viol's steps stop and all
that is heard is the crushing of the gravel under his
motionless feet. A slight breeze wavers the white jacket
as he stands still, his blood red eyes looking down at the
bowed figure standing plainly in his way. For a moment San
said absolutely nothing and simply folded his arms across
his chest, watching the creature infront of him.

"Verkur..." He said in his husky deep voice, "Please, no
one bows anymore. Welcome to the twenty-first century." He
said this all rather neutrally, his posture severe and
authoritative. Eventually he put his hands casually in his
jacket pockets, still watching the demon in front of him
intently.

"And what kind of mischeif have you been up to? Nothing
good, I hope."

Verkur, mildly bothered that his bowing did not seem to
have gained any 'brownie points' with this god,
straightened, he stood slightly shorter then Violent. His
own white eyes hesitated before looking into the Gods red,
bloody eyes. He rarely looked into a God's eyes, improper
and it would put a dent in his sucking up. But in this
case he did not seem too troubled by it.

A small smile, evil and demonic (naturally considering he
was a demon),touched the demons lips, both at the thought
that Violent had acknowleged that he knew Verkur's name
and that the God knew not to expect anything too good from
this particular demon.

"No, Divinity, certinally nothing too good." he replied,
then added as an after thought and a precaution, "But
surely nothing too distructive eaither."

"Oh I should hope you would do something destructive...."
Viol said in mock sensitivity. His blood red irises
focused more intensely on those white eyes of the
demon's. "Otherwise, what's the point, right?" He quircked
a brow slightly and a ghost of a smile flickered across
his lips, which quickly vanished.

"Don't call me Divinity...It may be what I am but it is
not what I do," He took out a hand from his pocket and
examined his nails carelessly, eventually placing the hand
back. "You can call me San, Viol, Ares, Bellari...Pick one
and stick with it," His deep scratchy voice, in all it's
seductive power, didn't snap or demand, it was a simple
order that San expected to be followed.

"But do tell me something...Why are you in my way?"

he merely smiles at the thought of a God telling him he
should be doing something destructive. What was he doing
in Violent's way? Sucking up of course. And he would
normally have produced a lie for his reasoning, but to
this particular god, knowing what God he was and what he
rulled over, Verkur's respect was high, unlike for most
other gods.

"Sucking up," he answered bluntly. With that respect came
truth. Something that was not of usual pressance in
Verkur's twisted personality. His black hair was plaqued
in braids and he pushed them out of his face before
stepping aside at the words.

"Forgive me then, for obstructing your path, Viol." He
went on, returning to his spot in the shadows leaning
aginst the brick wall. His black clothing, the black
wings, the black hair, the shadow devoured all of it,
except his eyes. His eyes seemed to glow brightly white
aginst the shadow. Violent's staring intensly into his own
eyes did not un-nerve Verkur but made him feel as if he
was loosing this 'kiss-the-god's-ass' session.

he merely smiles at the thought of a God telling him he
should be doing something destructive. What was he doing
in Violent's way? Sucking up of course. And he would
normally have produced a lie for his reasoning, but to
this particular god, knowing what God he was and what he
rulled over, Verkur's respect was high, unlike for most
other gods.

"Sucking up," he answered bluntly. With that respect came
truth. Something that was not of usual pressance in
Verkur's twisted personality. His black hair was plaqued
in braids and he pushed them out of his face before
stepping aside at the words.

"Forgive me then, for obstructing your path, Viol." He
went on, returning to his spot in the shadows leaning
aginst the brick wall. His black clothing, the black
wings, the black hair, the shadow devoured all of it,
except his eyes. His eyes seemed to glow brightly white
aginst the shadow. Violent's staring intensly into his own
eyes did not un-nerve Verkur but made him feel as if he
was loosing this 'kiss-the-god's-ass' session.

Viol grinned at Verkur's honesty. His teeth were a perfect
shade of white and contrasted his tanned skin beautifully.
He followed the demon with his eyes as he stepped and
shrowded himself in to shadow. Viol continued grinning for
a few moments until he eventually began walking again, his
pace slow and leisurely.

"Walk with me, Verkur." Another order. His white cloak was
tapping at his heels as he stared straight ahead, grin
never fading, pace never slackening.

Verkur remained engulfed in the shadow for a moment, his
arms crossed across his chest. Then, the order 'walk with
me, Verkur' kicked in his mind and forced him off the
wall.

"As you wish," this was spoken, not with the respect that
he'd used in his gretings but in a tone of an obediant
child to a mother, or a servant to a master. He pushed his
own gloved-hands into his leather pants pockets and fell
into step with the God. He stayed silent, wings relaxed,
not entirly sure if the grin spread across Violent's face
was a good sign or a bad oman. He was not willing to ask.

Thump, thump, thump, his own loud footsteps joined
Violent's without a word

"What is it that you want, Verkur?" Viol finally asked,
not even giving a glance in the demon's direction as he
continued his route to nowhere in particular. Verkur
promised entertainment for the moment and so Viol would
soak up the company until he was quite finished. Viol
probably already knew what Verkur wanted in the first
place, but it was evident the God wanted it to be
asked...said out loud...Begged? Perhaps. Perhaps not. With
Viol, all was uncertainty.

His own eyes remained in front of them as they walked, as
far as Verkur knew, aimlessly down the dark, musty ally
way. He did not turn to look at Violent as he asked his
question. Viol did not sound curious at this question and
fleetingly Verkur thought that Viol was messing with him,
useing him for some sick pleassure or entertainment. But
he sucked it up. He had no choice. Verkur mildly thought
about telling Violent that he already knew what he wanted,
that he should give it to him. But he could not. Mayhapes
he should lie, but not to Viol, not a wise choice.

"Freedom, if not flexability," he said this in that deep
low voice slowly, as if drawing it out. Pretending that he
did not know Viol was aware of what he really wanted, just
for Viol's entertainment. "on my code."

Verkur knew that, although Viol seemed to have just
recalled the code, that he'd known but allowed it to pass.
So long as it pleased his superior. He paused as the god
did so, and he turned to Violent. It was true, one God was
the same as many, should one God say it then so be it,
though that was the one loophole in the Code. Such a rule
could easily cause a war between Gods. His white eyes
looked back into Viol's endlessly red eyes, his own white
eyes were intent and seemed to glow, paleing the skin
around his eyes.

"I hope it would not be too bold that I want that 'can not
attempt an assassination upon a higher demon, angel, or a
God or he shall be enslaved to them,' lifted from myself."
He quoted the verse from the code as if turning the code
over in his mind until it had been memorized. "Or perhapes
that 'shall not reveal his true identity to a mortal or he
shall...'" He trailed off the last of that since it was
tediously longer then the first.

"There's no such thing as too bold," San replied, his grin
now dulled to a soft and dazzling smile. "But there is
such a thing as too greedy...Now if I were to help you out
with these..." He looked heavenward in a casual and mortal
way as he thought of the right word, "...Delicate codes of
yours, what exactly would you do with your new found
freedom?" He clasped his hands behind his back in a calm
and collected manner, his black long hair looking
attractively messy.

San, although the most impulsive of the deities, was not
about to set free a rather powerful demon that could very
well assassinate Gods. He raised a dark eyebrow at Verkur,
giving the impression that this was some kind of interview
or test.

Verkur's eyes glazed slightly at this next question. why
so many question old man? Just do it. But, then he was in
a bit of a bargining mood, and secretly found this
particular God attractive, more so then the ones he'd
already debated with at the very least, and was willing to
entertian the God of War in his little game.

Also, the idea occured to him that perhapes Viol was
asking this question because he himself was a God and did
not wish to lift the code banning the murder of Gods
because he himself did not wish to go round and round with
Verkur.

He thought his answer out carefully, for since he was
being truthful with Violent, all the answers would be
more 'wrong' then 'right. He looked for the 'least wrong'
answer, and hopefully the most satisfying to Viol.

"I would probably pick off the non-sense gods, unlike
yourself," he let the words slip out slowly, of course he
would not pick off Viol. First off, all Gods were stronger
then he but if they did not know that a portion of the
code was lifted he could catch them off gaurd, but Viol
would know that he was not restricted as he would be the
one that set him free of that (hopefully). Second: Verkur
dared not to betray the trust of the God he looked up to
the most, seeing as his own God, The God of Chaos, was in
non-existance. "And I would bound myself to you, give you
my word that I shall not attempt anything on you,
Violent." he added.

Viol tilted his head to the side somewhat as Verkur
answered as eloquently as he could. Hm...Pick off the
nonsense Gods? It didn't particularly appeal to Viol. What
was the point? Almost all of the deities were linked...It
was a family, almost. Although Viol wouldn't have thought
these things. Plotting against another deity was
just...Not done. His smile was gone by now, a serious and
almost lethal look to his handsome face.

Slowly the corners of his generous lips curved upwards in
a smile as he suddenly reached out and grabbed Verkur's
neck in his hand and pulled him closer. Their faces were
merely and inch or two apart as his eyes locked with the
white glowing ones with a calm neutrality. His hand
applied some pressure, but he wasn't chocking the demon,
in fact he probably not even inflicting pain. For a mortal
perhaps it would have hurt, but certainly not Verkur
himself.

"Verkur..." He whispered his name with a tone of mild
amusement, "Honestly...What makes you think I would want
such a thing?..." He continued to smile quite softly, his
blood coloured eyes flickering between the two glowing
eyes in front of him

He shuddered slightly as the smile on Viol's face had
faded, not out of fear, he certianly did not fear Viol,
although he probably should have. Rather, he feared that
what was running across Viol's mind was exactly what
Verkur feared, he hoped not but he was sure that Viol was
going to deny him his request.

A hand snaked around Verkur's throat and he was pulled
forward to Viol, their noses nearly touching. Verkur, his
overly sensative nose already haveing been able to pick
The Gods scent out among the variuos foul smells of the
ally, could smell the God above all other scents. His own
white eyes dareing to look into those of the blood filled
gaze. He opened his mouth to speak, aware of his breath
now, as he'd just recently eaten to raw hide of someones
pet, not because it was necissary but more to leave to
torn hide in the backyard as a gift for the owner.

"I did not think you would allow it," he replied, his
breath did not smell bad but did however smell of
blood, "But i did not think you would not eaither." He
added. His eyes focued on one of Viol's eyes so his eyes
did not bounce between Viol's two eyes, "It was worth
asking it of you however." Something on the taste of blood
and the pressure at his throat made him wish to hunt more
now, and the nearness of this God was both threatening and
enjoyable. Again he was still not scared.

Viol smelled of blood. Blood and soot. And the blood
already onVerkur's breath made the God's smile brighten
and then eventually extinguish. His thumb rubbed Verkur's
jugular almost thoughtfully, Viol's eyes focused on
Verkur's.

"Was it really worth it?" He asked, his other hand moving
up slowly to run along the top of Verkur's bat-like wings.
When he spoke it was with obvious inattentiveness, his
eyes now roaming all over Verkur himself rather than
focusing on his eyes.

He paused for a moment, before slowly releasing the
demon's throat, his hand sliding off in a snake-like
fashion. He didn't back away though. His hands were
already back in his pockets as he continued. "I may be
able to help you with other restriction, though..."

The question baffled Verkur slightly, he was not sure if
Viol meant the blod on his breath, no doubt he could smell
it just as Verkur could smell it on Viol (though he was
sure that unlike himself viol just naturally smelled of
such), or if he was speaking about if it was worth asking.
He settled upon that later of the two. The blood excited
and bothered Verk, as well as the God's closness bothered
but excited, as well as the hand around his throat then it
snaked away.

Glowing white eyes remained on blood red eyes as they
roamed his own body, his leathery wing opening slightly on
his back at the touch on an instinct, the way a bird's
does just before it takes off for safe air. He was not
worried about what the God would think of his appearance
for he was very self-important and thus knew he looked
just fine.

After a moment he decided not to speak his first thought
at the question had risen. of course, I had a chance to
suck up to the one next in line to my deceased God. and
rather answered, "Yes, it really was worth it." His
eyebrows raised at the idea of perhapes another one of his
portion of his Code being negotiated now. "And which would
you possibly consider, Violent?" He asked slowly.

Viol shrugged lightly and looked around. He looked as if
he had grown exceedingly bored as he took a small step
back, his eyes roaming the alleyway. It seemed as if he
would simply walk off in search of new entertainment,
however...He was not yet finished.

"Perhaps there is something I can do about your
restrictions as to the killing of innocents..." He said
this rather softly, thoughtfully. His red eyes flicked
back up to Verkur quickly, his head tilted down
somewhat. "Yes....would that be satisfactory?"

Verkur hide an excited look, though his white eyes said
what his other features would not. He raised his eyebrows
slightly and faught off the urge to suck up further: It
dosn't matter whats satisfactory to me, I'm just a lowly
demon. No; definatly not, that may make the god decide to
take the suggestion back.

Instead he let a slow small smile creep onto his face. He
noted the bored look on the God's face and wandered what
exactly he could do to get this God to stay, to continue
their conversation...or rather...negotiation. Viol was so
confusing to Verk, he had so many different veiws,
oppinions, and entertainments that it was far too hard for
the demon to figure out what was wanted.

"Yes. Even that would do wanders for me," he replied and,
although Viol said no bowing, he tipped his head in
respect. "And I will do whatever is needed of me for you
to get this oppertunity."

Lips so close, very tempting, to kiss, to lick or bite.
But then, he could not. Not with this oppertunity in place
for him. Not as this man before him was not average, he
could not do anything. Stuck between temptation and
obligation Verk was becoming frustrated, but only inward.
Though, even if he did not show this outward, he knew Viol
was doing this on purpose, another sick entertainment.

Verkur groaned inwardly as well, what would deserving it
mean. Would killing, blood, and gore, violance and
distruction please this god, make himself seem worthy, or
would kindness, kissing ass, and pretending to be pure and
innocent make him worthy and deserving? This frustration,
along with the temptation made his wings tense and his
fingers curl in his pockets.

"What will make me deserving in your eyes, Violent?" He
asked, a bit bold but it was eaither ask or guess.

"It's a combination of things, really..." Viol replied,
speakly slowly, still remaining dangerously close. His
hand reached up and he ran his fingers through Verkur's
dark hair. He let his hand fall back to his side as he
tilted his head somewhat. War was not a greedy
God...Simply a demanding one. His business involved
violence and hot blood spilt over the lands...But the
innocents that were caught in the crossfire of his calling
were never forgotten or under appreciated...Never. But
innocent and...'less' innocent blood was always spilt. In
fact it was being spilt right now. Somewhere.

Viol grinned toothily, his teeth a perfect shade of white
against his tanned skin. "Yet you've already proven
yourself quite useful...You are already deserving in my
eyes." With that his smile slowly faded. Then in a flash
his hand was behind Verkur's neck and his lips pressed to
the demon's. But this wasn't a kiss...Not exactly. Old and
ancient magic was being used, and there was an intense
heat, almost unbearable, coming from Viol's lips. Slowly
Viol withdrew, the heat still eminating from his lips, but
slowly dying down. The heat may or may not have caused
some hurt in Verkur, but this Viol did not seem to care
for.

"There...Simple." Not....quite....

Verkur closed his eyes, the glow going out as the fingers
ran through his black hair, then reopened as the hands
dropped away. Fingers on the skull, it made him want to
purr....or fall asleep. He wandered what exactly Viol
meant by what he'd said. Yet you've already proven
yourself quite useful...You are already deserving in my
eyes. He was just about to ask Viol when the hands shot up
around his neck and his white eyes widened with suprise
and a look of trying to figure somthing out in a small
fraction of time and was about to protest, ask what he
wanted, before the lips of a God were planted aginst his
own.

Kissed by a god, a moment of self importance. Wow, the
god's lips were becoming warm, though the demon had a
sneaking suspicion that this was not a passion sort of
warmth. No not a kiss. Verkur knew what this was, if only
he could remember what this heat was. His eyes opened
again. What's he doing to me? This isn't right! He doesn't
struggle because though this "kiss" makes him uneasy, he
trusts Viol, probably a little too much. Pain, the heat
was becomeing too much. Fire and hell was not this hot.
White tears formed in the white eyes and rolled across his
cheeks, wings tensed, but no moving. Then his lips are
released.

White eyes watch the demon, white tear standing on the
tanned cheek. THough the tear came from pain, the pain did
not show on Verk's eyes. He forced himself not to touch
his lips. "What did you do?" His voice was calm and curious

Viol took in a sharp breath, as if he were trying to taste
the air, his hands placed casually in his pockets. "Can't
you feel it?..." He asked, though he already knew the
answer. Viol had lifted a part of the spell...Which was no
easy task, honestly. It was a complex web of restrictions,
and althogh it seemed effortless, Viol had to concentrate
his powers quite acutely...Delicately. His grin never
faded as his eyes watched Verkur, occasionaly veering off
to look at the white tear on his cheek.

Had it hurt? Hmm...Pity.

"How shall I put this?..." Viol mused aloud, a hand moving
up to his mouth, his index finger tapping his lip
thoughtfully. As if the God of War would want to break
this news as delicately as possible. Was he making fun?
Perhaps. "You are more 'free' to visit any innocent you so
wish to see..." What Viol failed to mention that in this
delicate removal of a part of the demon's code...He had
placed a new one. Something that evens out the playing
field, one might say. Pain. Direct pain to the heart
whenever he killed an innocent. This way if he were to
pick a fight with an innocent, at least the poor thing
would have a chance to fight back.

Verkur's white eyes watch the gods fingers tapping his
lips, his own lips cooling now. He brought one hand up,
the back of the gloved hand crawling across his skin, the
wite tear soaking into it and sliding off his cheek. He
pushed his fingers through his hair to shove it back out
of his face, white eyes studying the God.

HIs lips were cooled now and the news made his eyes glow
with an effortless bliss. Freedom. He had a little bit of
freedom. It was exciting, after nearly one thousand years
of forbiden leashes, ropeing off the innocent people of
the world from himself. Now he was off that particular
leash.He faught back the urge to jump, fly, kiss the god
before him. Maybe even fighting back a small urge to hit
the god because of that burning on his lips.

Instead he stood, single solitary figure, and bowed his
head again, almost stiffly, but it made him appear more
aristocratic, more regal in a sense. He left his chin down
to the God in a sense of Thanks once he'd lifted his body
from the bow.

Viol watched him bow and said nothing to stop him from
this old form of formalities. His grin was now dulled in
to a closed-lip smile, and true amusement danced in his
blood coloured eyes. The bow meat thanks, and Viol did not
receive thanks quite so often for his line of work...

"Really, there is no need..." He said, referring to the
bow. His smile became crooked as one corner of his lip
lifted more than the other. "You won't be thanking me soon
enough, I think...Though it's beyond me why. Seems no one
appreciates me, anymore." He pouted for a moment in jest
and chuckled dryly. Viol gave the demon a winkof his right
eye before pivoting on his heel and starting to walk down
the alley again. His pace was still slow and careless, so
it seemed that should the demon like to follow, he could.
At his own risk...Of course.

Verkur lifted his head, white eyes meeting the red, he saw
that entertainment and he wandered if Viol truely did not
often receive so much proper respect. How could someone
not give such respect to a God? In Verkur's eyes, Viol was
one of the greatest Gods (being in the line of 'work' that
he was in), and was practically falling on his knees and
kissing this God's feet more then he did to the others.
After all, he had no God of Chaos...next best to what he
should be worshipping.

You won't be thanking me soon enough then he began to walk.

Verkur's wings folded slightly back onto his and he
clasped his hands behinde his back and followed. When his
shoulder was level with Viol's he slowed his pace. "What
do you mean, Divinity?" He'd slipped back into that all-
too-respectfull-to-God of War-mode. It was second nature
to him.

Viol shrugged in what can only be described as a 'human'
way. He didn't give the demon a second glance, though it
seemed he was inexplicably extremely aware of his
presence. He wasn't smiling. Yet.

"Oh nothing, really..." He continued walking in a
leisurely way, a kind of careless swagger. "I just took a
little bit of liberty with your code. It's a lovely web of
restrictions, I must say..." In the off-hand way he was
mentioning this it could be compared to a human simply
mentioning why it was late to get somewhere as opposed to
on time. It was like it was mundane for Viol, which it
most certainly was not. It was just a bit of fun.

He nodded slightly, slowly. He was becoming slightly
uneasy that the God had not directly answered his
question. "Yes," he agreed. "I'm sure I would find it a
fasinating web of complicated rules," he agreed half-
heartedly but truthfully, "if the code were bestowed on
some other pitiful bastard rather then me."

He remained in step with the God, content on finding the
meaning of his statment. He again asked, not allowing the
subject to drop. Perhapes he was stuborn. Maybe too bold,
or maybe he was stupid but he certinally was curious. "Um,
what did you mean by i 'would not be thanking you later?"

At Verkur's last question Viol raised an eyebrow slightly,
a smirk crossing his lush lips. Viol neither under
estimated or over estimated the things or people that
approached them, rather he estimated them quite perfectly.
It was something all the Gods had. Or so it seemed. So
when Verkur asked that question, Viol spoke evenly, as if
he had been preparing the question the entire time.

"I played with your restrictions somewhat. Just a little
something I added..." He shrugged lightly and for the
first time since he had begun walking again, actually
glanced over at the winged demon. "Don't worry...It'll be
fun. Don't worry."

Verkur's eyes met with the God's red eyes and his own
whites narrowed slightly, suspiciously. He scanned the
God's face for any other sign then Amusment. He did not
like those words, he wanted to know what Viol had done to
him. He felt the need to leap into the air and go after
some waist of skin of an immortal and see what had been
stuck on him.

He watched the GOd suspiciously and then turned his eyes
to the street, wings tense and mind alert. "I do not
understand. I thought you would free me from that portion
of the code. Not add to it."

"Mistake," Viol said simply, obviously implying that what
the demon had just said was a mistake. His jaw was set as
he continued to walk in his usual manner. Eventually,
after a moment or two of silence, Viol began speaking
again. It seemed he simply turned down the demon's
suspicions and was now ready to elaborate.

"The code is gone. I replaced it with my own." A grin
sprang to life on his lips as he continued to focus his
attentions on the opening of the alleyway ahead of him.
Eventually his strong but careless pace had brought him to
the end of the alley. He turned to face Verkur, his hands
in his pockets. He took a few steps back and leaned back
against the brick wall. He leaned his head back aswell,
making him look down slightly at Verkur.

The grin was still there.

White teeth.

"I told you. Fun. It'll be fun."

White eyes narrowed slightly as the God stops, he himself
stops and turns. He did not like this, not at all.
Replaced the code, that can't be so bad. After all, he is
the God of War and Violance. He couldn't have put anything
too large on me. Of course, his supicions were wrong.

As the opening had come into sight, his wings folded
downward and aginst his back, the top sweeping down over
his shoulders and hooking togather looking much like a
leather cloak. He stepped back and leaned on the opposite
wall.

"Alright. Fun." He said, watching the god and tipping his
own head back to look down his nose at Viol. "Alright,
Divinity, I'll try out this 'fun' if it please thee." He
did not sound too thrilled. The demon of chaos did not
like to be suprised.

Verkur mulled this over in his mind, then nodded and also
straightened, as if mimiking the God, arms crossed over
his chest, leathery cloak hanging mid-calf and blending
with the leather pants. Eventually he nodded.

"I will," He replied to the offer, or comand, or trying
out whatever this unwanted suprise was. Also, a reply to
call on him if need be. Verk had a lurking sense that said
he probably would be seeing Viol again, soon.

The aristocratic appearing demon stepped forward to allow
himself room for a sweeping bow, then lifted his head and
came up from his bow. "Good Day, Divenity." He leaned
forward, unacustomed to the God's way of "fair-wells" and
tipped his head back, neck streached upward, and brushed
his own pale lips aginst Viol's forhead in the manner he
would his own God. He paused, then turned and stepped onto
the busy sidewalk.

The demon allowed himself to be swept off through the
thick herd of bodies, off to try out this 'replacment' for
his previous portion of that blasted Code. Hopefully the
God's taste would please Vyncyra Verkur as much as he had
pleased himself.




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