The Darkness of the Night {Misericorde}

[Himiko Kujaku]

I want you to come, every time I summon you
I'll be waiting close by but I'll appear distant, my na-na-na-knight!

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The city was silent as darkness settled in a gentle blanket over it. The city lights cast dull shadows into small alleyways where creepers lurked after nights of drinking and gambling at the casino. Some even lurked the streets, waiting for their unlucky prey to wander into their grasp. Few cars passed by at this time of night so it left the creepers to have their “fun.” Raged breathing and quick footsteps broke the dead silence of the night as a figure rushed through the non-crowded streets, her wide violet eyes panicked. Every once in awhile she would look behind her and see that her pursuers were still following her at a running speed. Every time she looked behind her she noticed that the three men were getting closer and closer to her. Even though she was faster than a normal person, she had been running for awhile now and she was getting tired. Maybe it wasn’t the wisest idea to sneak out at this time of night.

Kujaku, Himiko ran as fast as she could, her long blonde hair streaming out behind her. Spotting what looked like an entrance to an alleyway, she turned down it only to see that it was a dead end. Cursing, she turned to face her pursuers. They watched her with hungry eyes as she took a fighting stance. Her amethyst eyes watched each man closely as they walked towards her, her mind calculating if she would win this fight. The chances were 1 to 100. She was the one and the men were the hundred. If she died here she wouldn’t mind. Thoughts of suicide had entered her mind for awhile when she was younger and all the stress of her family life was catching up with her but she didn’t have the courage to actually kill herself and now here was the perfect chance for her to leave this world but somewhere in the back of her mind screamed no. There was something here in this world that was chaining her to it like if she died then someone else, someone who would become important to her, would die as well.

Hime was broken out of her thoughts by a hand on her wrist and she stared in fear and shock as a man pined her to the alley wall, a sadistic grin on his face.

“Don’t worry, we’re not gonna hurt you,” he said, “we just wanna have a little fun.” Himiko cringed away as she smelt the alcohol on the man’s breath. She knew what he meant by “fun” and she screamed when he got closer and closer to her.

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[Mister Misericorde]

The gloomy streets were wounded by the enigmatic blackness of midnight and thick, slivers and wisps of silvery fog bled through the alleys, hanging like a blanket of smoke in the inky velvet sky. Dim yellow street lights glimmered from high up and painted the murky scenery with fragments of empty hope. Ivory black shoes clacked against the cold ground, making a hidden presence known to those that were engaging in, what they considered to be, “immoral activity” not too far off in the night; promenading in a refined manner, was a man dressed in traditional black frock coat and his hair now short and wavy light brown hair, his violet eyes gazed impassively ahead as his face carried a tender appearance of a exultant man; a silk coated hand was raised towards his mouth, holding a small vial which appeared to contain some human blood within it. Camui wasn’t one to consume blood directly from the body of other living beings; rather it was natural to find him holding glasses of thick red. To the man, it seemed more reasonable, even if he was clearly an authoritative part of Stardust Nine, he didn’t have enough self-control to hold himself away from gorgeous blood.

In fact, it wasn’t only blood that he couldn’t suppress his strong desires from; there were other things that attracted his animalistic yearnings… his vials of sanguine weren’t sitting alone in his pockets, they had companions of their own— the severed limbs of strangers, he encountered on the streets. Yes, he was rather jubilant for when the grandfather clocks cluttered in the back of people’s dust-coated homes, struck midnight, Death favoured him most. They were truly the only reason that he was found wandering the cold streets at a rather enigmatic and murky time.

A scream incised through the cold air… so close by… so…

The man waltzed in a foppish manner in the direction of the alley, soot and dirt clotting against the shadowed walls, his violet eyes pierced through the black to see a clutter of men towards the dead end. His pallid skin stuck out, almost as if he were a human skeleton leaning against the passageway, he stood still in his position, observing… as few chilly breaths were drawn from his lungs, he moved in the direction and placed his gloved hand on one of the individuals, wordlessly he dug his nails into the man’s shoulder, using all the strength he could with such a movement. The man let out a cry and the others drew their attention to the sudden situation which arose behind them, Camui turned to the second nearest human, grabbed them by the throat and thrust them downwards towards the ground. The kyuuketsuki used little effort to cause severe damage; although, he didn’t care whether the men had scars on any parts of their bodies.

Camui’s expression remained emotionless as he slowly one by one approached these men with no mercy.

[Himiko Kujaku]

I want you to come, every time I summon you
I'll be waiting close by but I'll appear distant, my na-na-na-knight!

***

Himiko stared in disbelief as a mysterious man easily knocked the creepers out cold with only his bare hands. Her mind screamed for her to run away from the alley and the strange man but her feet remained rooted to the ground. Something inside her told her that this man wasn't someone to be afraid of but someone who would help her. Tentatively, Himiko took a step forward her right hand brushing against the alley wall to keep her steady. Her head swam and her stomach growled with hunger. Stars swam behind her eyes as the ground rushed towards her. The last thing she saw before unconsciousness took her was a small pool of red forming around where her head had hit the ground...

*OOC: I'm sorry that it took forever to reply and I'm sorry it's so short. My muse has escaped me at the moment but I felt that I needed to reply and this is the result! Hope ya like it!

Word Count: 124 *sweatdrop*