Sadism meets Death

[Hachiubi]

Knight was suddenly pushed against a shelf, canned goods spilling over him. There was cold metal against his neck, a blade. It had nicked his skin, a bit of blood slipping down his neck. The injury healed quick enough though and he put his hands up, giving a laugh. "Come on dude, it was a joke," he said, "You don't wanna do anything drastic in public do you?" There were eyes on them now, plenty.

[Yuyu]

The demon's expression was serious, but after a moment, his hand withdrew and the blade vanished from sight. "You were warned. That was but self defense. Though next time," he said, voice undertaking a dark and deep tone as his gaze flickered back to... whatever was before him, "I will not hesitate." He didn't bother with any farewell, instead scooping his dropped basket up from the ground and moving along and down the aisle. He would hurry out of this establishment and be back on his way home. If he didn't... well, he was probably already going to be told to shop somewhere else after that stunt.

[Hachiubi]

The blade was slowly dragged from his neck and he gave a breath, his blood pumping. That had been exhilarating~ What a chilling sweep with death~ He watched as he pulled away and stooped to get his basket. Mmm, but that ass. He smirked, walking after. He gave a skip, getting in front of him again and leaning down. "You're pretty fiery. I like that~" He booped his nose and jumped back before he could retaliate, "I'll see you and ypur cute ass later~"

[Yuyu]

~ ~ ~

He really didn't leave his home often. But two times in a week was even more unlikely than usual for him. 

But he needed a fix. He needed... someone... 

The demon was pressed against a nearby alley wall, his breathing shallow as he held his bloody blade. "... ..." He'd... the person he'd found... laying here in the darkness, far from where anyone would care about his screams... he was probably almost dead. Caim's pupils were constricted, chest heaving with each breath he took and legs trembling. 

It felt... so relieving... these carnal instincts being released... 

... he wanted to cut him more...

[Hachiubi]

Knight was making his way home, drunk guy on his arm. He'd been out as well, partying it up and enjoying life. A couple of drinks and a good looker and he was on his way back to the apartment for some pounding. He passed by an alley way where something stopped him; an inbred instinct rose in him. He could hear the anguished soul crying out. "Fuck..." He breathed, laying the guy he was dragging down onthe sidewalk. "Be right back. Gotta leak," he said, making his way down. A scythe appeared in his hand; gotta go collect asoul for the after life.

[Yuyu]

Caim was already approaching the form on the ground again, his blade glistening in the little light that shown down the alley. But --

He heard something. Caim's head lifted sharply and he turned, making his way to the nearest dumpster and sliding beside it. Fuck. Someone... someone was coming --!

[Hachiubi]

Knight started down the alley, finding the body after a minute. He was dying... Poor dude has several stab wounds. He gave a sigh, putting his hand over the body and a blue aura came up. A small light lifted up and he snatched it up, taking into a small bag. "Of course this shit happens while I'm off duty..." he said, giving a sigh and turning back around. Well it was over; he'd bring it in tomorrow. After he got some ass~

[Yuyu]

Caim was leaned precariously around the edge of the dumpster, spying on the man dying on the ground. And the man that came around to --

-- that was --!!

"Uhn--!??" He'd leaned too far, falling forward against the concrete with a noise of shock before scrambling up to hide behind the dumpster once more. Sh-shit!!

[Hachiubi]

Knight heard a scuffle, looking over and catching a shadow of something. Curious, he dispelled his scythe and walked over. "Hello? Anyone there?" he asked, turning the corner to see what was hiding there. Probably a rat or something...

[Yuyu]

"--?!?" Fuck, he'd heard him! Caim scrambled to press his back against the alley wall, his fingers curled hard around the handle of his knife and hood down over his face. If the other came too close... he'd... he'd...! "Stay back," he commanded.