Deal with the Devil [Justus]

INTOXICATION IS ABSOLUTE

This world was beautiful, the sort made from the dreams of only the most peaceful variety. Soft, lush green fields extended far beyond that which the eye could see, forests of only the most beautiful blooming trees made visible solely by the bright pink of permanently bloomed Sakura trees. Pools of the clearest spring water reflected the self-made night sky above, an ecosystem entirely independent of the outside world; this was a dream world, a place where those wishing to free themselves of their previous burdens could call their own. It was his pride, a reflection of his most inner desires, to achieve the ultimate peace of mind, to be free of those three worlds that brought about them so much chaos and bloodshed. An artificial moon and stars reflected in the ponds, lakes and rivers that flowed throughout this grand world, the landscape of an artificial heaven. Though could one call this place artificial? Made by a man, but created for a higher purpose. Was it possible that this was a world made manifest from the unseen powers of a god yet known to the universe? Perhaps, though the man whom so many might consider a god when viewing him in positive light would deny such claims. He was but a demon, one with extraordinary powers which he had made use for the sake of those who could call themselves free. Yes, that was what this great world represented, freedom, to be whomever one wished to be, the outside world's grasp and hold making no claim over those who lived within this great world.

His eyes opened to see the pathetic streets of a typical New York night. It was just a vision, after all. He gingerly lifted his head up off the pavement to see the desolation of corroding trash cans and remains of trash slowly evaporating away into the tasteless night; seems he had to drink a little too much earlier. Gaze-less eyes blink a few times, getting well-adjusted to the scene around him, his powers seem to have ‘leaked’ as he laid there unthinkingly poisoned by the one and only…alcohol. Thinking of such a word made him shudder. A demon such as Justus, shuddered quite ironic to most people. Drinking is something Justus does rarely; only after he traveled from the Gloaming to numb the effects of the travel from just an ominous place he needs to relieve some of that tension between the worlds and what better way to do that than alcohol. Though Justus isn’t well-accustomed to drinking heavily, it doesn’t take much to keep him straight either, the irony in that. Weary legs picked themselves off as Justus stood upright, straightening himself as he began to walk with an air of pride and control in his steps.

Few things moved this night, even the sentries made by his very own mind stood in silent reservation. He was not proud of this world, the one that he had wished for over the course of so very many years. t he had wished for over the course of so very many years. Making his way to the scene, raven hair glistened beneath the night sky and the gentle drizzle of rain, the luxurious robes of a most noble and ancient Demon era reflecting the beauty of his heart's desire. Desolate hues looked down, the man approaching a puddle of water not too distant from the woman whose heart was shrouded, though the man may very well have not known such to the fullest, surrounded by miscreant ants for human beings. Such a pity, he thought; Justus was never a hero and he wasn’t going to be one tonight. With his hands in his pockets and a blank expression on his face he started to walk past the scene of a woman and the thugs before the woman took one of them down within an instant. He appeared as one might have envisioned only the most iconic warriors of an age long gone, almost lost in the pages and chapters of time. Standing before this one of many reflecting pools, his body remained lax, though his mind found itself in a tire, his day spent as it had been over the course of some time. This was one of many days that had been used to continue the improvements of his world, and the creation of additional sentries, effigies made of his body, souls he had given a second chance at life by giving them the form of a human, false fate. This world was not only for himself, but for those he detested, humans. He knew well the despair so many of the souls within his body had experienced, some of which had been noble beings in their time, and some misunderstood and left to rot. It were those souls he made manifest in physical form, those which he bestowed a name and purpose to, much like the titan who stood at the gates which gave entry to this world of his. He was content with this purpose, this gees he had bestowed upon himself and others.

He watched from a few feet away, how such a woman would deal with the situation before her. Was this a test or was he simply watching for his own satisfaction? To see humans get killed or injured, either way to see their blood spill intoxicated him. It did intrigue him, to watch a woman fend of such brute men. He enjoyed this path he knew nothing of, wanting after something like the embrace they had shared before, but wanting something beyond that still. It was the lust of his heart, a gees he had never chosen for himself, though accepted it not in futility, but in an openness unlike others. Understand the depths of it though he may not, he yearned after it still, to feel the warmth of her against his own powerful form, the sort that made even the deity in a human shell feel entirely human.

His eyes set on the woman to whatever unfolds next.