PERSONA: Oscurare and Panderra
GENDER: Male and female
AGE: ?? and 19
ORIGIN: Danach
TYPE: Demon similar to a vampire and a human
OCCUPATION/RANK: Candidates
HAIR: Black and black
EYES: Black and ice blue
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Oscurare is tall and buff, with pale skin and dark, smoldering eyes, that seem to burn. He is incredibly strong and powerful. And of course, there are the two little, cute fangs that often poke out below his upper lip (his lips are pouty). He is like a James Dean or Elvis demon..and indescribably sultry. He has an air of confidence and swaggers. Panderra is lean and her hair goes down to her waist. She is pale, and her eyes always seem to flash with cynical amusement or anger. She is a beauty in a strange, ethereal way.
VOICE: Sultry and low, commanding. Sharp and icy.
CLOTHING: Black and black. Doesn't matter what. Panderra carries a knife with her, though, and quite often a backpack littered with odds and ends, books, papers, and pens, and of course cameras. She is always prepared.
FAMILY: Oscurare has no family, but Panderra is an adopted child and she doesn't like her family and is distant toward them.
PREFERENCE/ RELATIONS: Oscurare is a lady-killer (literally)...and Panderra,
she has a thing for dark, sinister guys.
SKILLS: Oscurare can hypnotize, project feelings and thoughts, and read minds, and is powerful. He can fight very well. Panderra is agile and can project her thoughts as well, although she cannot read minds. She is a good fighter.
PERSONALITY: Sultry, smooth and silky, dark, and humorous in a way. He finds amusement in strange things. He enjoys toying with innocent people's minds, and making himself the center of attention. Panderra is icy-cold and distant, and very wise and bitter.
Panderra awakened from pain-wracked sleep. Obviously, she had not moved all night, and her body was severely chastising her. She opened her eyes and stifled a scream. Oscurare was in the room with her, smirking very slightly, as if amused at her disheveled state.
"So poisonous Panderra is not always as poised as it seems, hmm?" he purred, black velvet.
Panderra made a face at him. "How many times have I told you to stay out of my room?" she growled, smoothing her jet-black hair into place. Oscurare, of course, was perfectly arrayed, wearing another ebony outfit that made the best of his sculptured alabaster body.
"Only a million. And did you ever think I would obey you, fledgling?" he said, mocking her. "Of course not." Panderra bared her teeth at the demon, who was not vampire but close enough.
"Leech," she muttered under her breath and got up to dress. Oscurare watched the entire time; he could not be gotten rid of, at least not physically, so Panderra had learned to block him and simply forget about his presence.
You know, Panderra, it would be better not to fight me. Oscurare's voice sifted through the mind shield, like sinister smoke, and gently massaged her mind. You could have great power..
"Yeah, right, power like you? That's nothing I want, thanks." Panderra had finished dressing and now applied black makeup to her face. "You go just a little bit without killing someone, and you get weak. Well, I don't want that. Because you see, I'm strong without you." Oscurare scowled, his fangs sliding out, over his bottom lip. Panderra had to admit, it was hard not to lose her nerve, surrender herself to his hypnotic powers and join his list of allies, but she had made a promise to herself, and that promise was that she would not join him. She could speak to him, travel with him, but she couldn't allow him the satisfaction of seeing her submit, to be a blood-demon. She belted her knife, a knife of silver edge and black blade, around her waist.
"Get out of here, Os, before my 'parents' wake up," she sneered, and stalked out of her room and down the stairs. Oscurare hissed at her and vanished.
Oscurare stalked the dark alleys of the city, searching for the one black brick that would re-unite him with his home. He could have stayed on Danach, where Panderra lived, but his heart longed for the 'camaraderie' of the demon city, Chao. He found the one brick and slipped into the familiar streets of Chao, and headed to the bar.
Inside, Oscurare ordered Lethal Poison, a drink as potent as its name, and quickly finished it off. Panderra was on his mind again. That girl could mess up his life, it was true, but it seemed too easy just to simply kill her and be over with it. No, there was something about her, and he was determined to figure out what it was. Besides, he attempted to fool himself, she was almost as powerful as him, being an experienced fighter, and she had that knife. The thought of that knife was enough to make his drink taste bitter, and he pushed it away.
The knife had been forged in the heat of battle, by a powerful demon, the Boss, as a matter of fact, of the winged demons. It was black, with a silver blade, and sharper than Oscurare's fangs. The knife was deadly to everything it touched, even the immortal. However, a weaker person was hurt less when touched with it, because the knife sucked the power of its victim and used it against that person. If the knife had come in contact with Oscurare's skin, it would have burnt away like paper. That was why Os hated it so. Panderra, although not harmful in herself, had the knife.
Suddenly the red demon Vether appeared. He perched on a counter, grinning mischievously, waving his wings to stay balanced.
"So why haven't you killed her yet, if she's annoying you so much? Is it that the knife frightens you..." Os growled. "...or that you have feelings for the girl?"
"Neither," was Oscurare's blunt answer, and he downed his drink. Standing up, he angrily toppled a table. It flew toward a mirror and shattered it, and Vether, losing his grin, decided it would be a good time to get out of there. Os left to find Panderra.
Panderra was at school, in the middle of history class. Without a word, Os stalked in and grabbed her by the hair. She resisted.
"Os, what do you think you're doing?" she screeched, smacking him. She pulled back and as a result he ripped out quite a lot of her hair. Os hissed at her and pulled her out into the courtyard, freezing the people around them. There they began to fight. Or rather, Os tried to bite her and Panderra wouldn't let him.
Several times Os almost had her, but her strong will pushed him back. But finally, when her fingers strayed toward the knife, Os stared deep into her eyes. While hers were a normal pair of eyes, with whites, an ice blue iris, and pupils, Oscurare's eyes were almost entirely black and shimmered and shone like a pair of black stones or coals. He was hypnotizing. Panderra tried to blink or move and found herself frozen, unable to. Os moved forward for the bite...but Panderra, in that instant, broke free of his hold on her mind and grabbed the knife, slashing it across his chest. Os howled in pain and disappeared.
Later in the bar, nursing his wound, Os once again encountered Vether.
"Do you have a death wish, demon, or are you simply in need of a little entertainment?" Os asked, not looking at him.
"Let me guess..." Vether purred, "you're touchy because a mortal was able to score blood, right?" Oscurare screamed an intelligible curse word into Vether's face and left.
Panderra was in the woods, a peaceful, dark place that gave her relaxation...usually. Now she heard Os coming, and winced mentally as he entered the clearing in which she stood.
"Alright, human: taste my anger!" Os shouted, and Panderra's eyes grew wide with fright. Usually Os was playful, if moody, but lately he had been out of countrol. He came at her, and while her fingers went for the knife she remembered that she had left it at home.
Stupid, she chided herself mentally, and prepared herself for Os's rage.
That time, Os nearly killed her. Instead of his usual hypnotic tricks, he used his full physical power, and then left Panderra badly mauled, full of bleeding wounds and a broken arm. Two black eyes completed the outfit. Panderra, refusing to cry, started to crawl home.
Why do I let him do that? she wondered to herself, and realized that for once she was not in control. Os was, and she had no power over him, except with the knife. It was not a pleasant realization.
When Pan got home, and went to her room--luckily her parents were not home--she was shocked and angry to find Os there. He tried to speak, but she found her knife and then went up to him.
"Why are you picking on me!" she screamed. "What did I do to you?" So saying, she raised the knife in the air, but too weak to fight, fell. Os caught her, feeling stupid but not letting on, and with a deft movement took her knife.
"Fledgling, I came to apologize. I lost my temper," he purred gently, setting her on her bed. She stood again, dizzy but determined.
"Don't give me that fledgling crap," she hissed. "You were trying to kill me!"
"If I had wanted to, I would have--" Os began, but she got in his face, stepping forward aggressively as if she was his equal...or his better.
"I want you to leave me alone, and give me my knife, now! Forever--" she said, but blacked out before she could say anymore. Os caught her once more and before she lost full consciousness, he kissed her. Then all was dark.
When Panderra woke up, Os shoved his wrist in her mouth.
"Drink," he commanded, and she complied hungrily--wait, hungrily?
Yes, for as Os had feasted upon her neck, she had gotten some of his demonic traits, and now as she fed, she became a full demon. Os smiled.
"Now you truly are my fledgling." Panderra smiled back (really more of a grimace).
Later on...
Now that Panderra was a full-demon, she and Os no longer quarrelled, but even if they had, Panderra was more open to pain. In fact, she reveled in pain, as it was not very often that someone could cause her any discomfort. She and Os tried all sorts of ways to make Panderra feel pain, testing and experimenting like new lovers do with kisses. Panderra's favorite method was red-hot iron and mercury--they branded her like fancy tattoos.
But then the demon-slayers came, bringing with them death and chaos. The demon-slayers had tools much like Pan's knife, and they used them on any demon, immortal or otherwise. The flying demons had no problems, for demon-slayers could not fly, but Oscurare and Panderra were constantly battling them for their lives. But one day, a huge black dragon came down right on top of a demon-slayer that was too close for comfort to Panderra and Os. The rider, who was a man all in black. Hopped down and stared at Panderra and Oscurare.
"Are you sure these are the ones?" Os bristled, and Panderra bared her teeth.
Positive, the dragon replied.
"Alright..." The dragonrider addressed the two demons.
"You are invited to attend the hydra hatching at Cy Dragonstake."
Os frowned. "What's that?"
"A hydra," said the man with distaste, "is an evil many-headed creature many times your size and strength--" I doubt it, thought the two demons. "--and very vicious. You must be very brave and very black-hearted to survive on those sands. And be able to defend yourselves, of course." Os and Panderra grinned at each other.
"Sounds great," they said. "When can we go?"
"Oh, and," Panderra added, "do they maul people?" The man nodded, scowling.
Panderra smiled silkily, and Oscurare purred.
"Should be quite a show," he said.
"And maybe involve pain," Panderra hoped.
"Let's go."
So the two strange, black-hearted blood-demons went with the man to the the bipedra evil hydra clutch at Cy Dragonstake.
May anyone who comes in contact with them know to wear a scarf.
Including the hydras.
See what happens Next!