Bully The Bully | Job | Solo

“Hmm, I see.” A light whisper echoed through the dimly-lit alley only being illuminated by the slight streaks of sunlight that cascaded from small openings within the corners of the alley. Amidst the narrow-winded street clustered with pungent whiffs of litter stood two figures; one female and one male. The female would be one known as Laycie Vessalius; a dark mage and demon belonging to the guild of Basilisk Fang, one of the most immoral and nefarious guild within Fiore.

And as she stood there; a slight smirk graced her lips as a visage of mirth engraved itself within her eyes. She stared at the boy in front of her; his figure slightly trembling, a look of uneasiness plastered on him, and fearful orbs staring back at Laycie. With a short laugh, the female spoke once again; her voice above a mere whisper, this time. “Alright, I’ll take the job and I’ll keep to your demands as well. I won’t hurt him. Oh, not at all~” A look of relief appeared as his countenance as he whispered a light ‘thank you’ and trudged away; not merely due to the merry of his proposal being accepted but also due to the slight trepidation he felt from the woman.

Her amethyst hues glided over to the sheet of paper in her hand where in a scrawny hand-writing, words were scribbled upon it with the title of ‘Job Request’. The job was simple; the boy the dark-haired female had encountered within the alley was a victim of bullying within the grounds of his school and hence, frustrated with all the torture he had put through, he decided to take action and call forth a mage to handle the bully. Of course, the boy merely desired for the bully to be frightened away so that he could hence, carry forth his life with peace. However, what he had failed to acknowledge was to whom the job request had been sent. Laycie was not one who settled with a slight scare; oh, no, not at all. After Laycie was done with this job, there would be no more bullying happening at all.


Tring! Rang through the corridors of the school; reverberating even outside of the premises along with the jocular shouts echoing from the children at the prospect of the school day being over. The dark-haired demon stood outside; arrayed within one of her trademark dresses – this time, painted with a rich black – as a white coloured sun hat rest upon her head.

The children scurried out the gates of the school in floods, desiring to leave its confines as fast as possible. Amid that flood, Laycie spotted whom she had been looking for. A boy, perhaps, no older than twelve; his hair, a shade of dirty blonde with dull, green hues paired with it as his features lay masked with excitement. He wore a brown coloured shirt with white khaki shorts as he trudged forth, adopting a pair of sneakers; his friends following suit. At that point, even Laycie started walking towards them and following the boys until the five of them came to a stop and bid each other goodbye, now heading for their own destinations. She followed the one whom she had identified as her client’s ‘bully’ as he walked on forth, unaware of the catastrophe that was to follow.

It was only when he entered one of the alley’s that he took to reach his home did Laycie decide to make her presence known by a light tap on his shoulder. The boy turned around, his visage contouring a look of irritation as he scowled at the female. “What do you want?” He, all but, growled at her. Clearly, the boy needed to be taught some manners.

“Well, hello to you too. I heard from somewhere that you have been bullying this certain boy named Keith and I just wanted to tell you that bullying is a bad thing. And young boys like you should be good, neh.”

However, her statement was met with a snort after which a cocky statement followed. “So, the little sissy complained, heh? I’m gonna have to teach him a lesson, later on. Plus, what are you going to do about it, huh girly? You’re tiny and small and I bet I could beat you up!”

My, my. That statement arose a curious eyebrow from the demon as she flashed him a crooked smirk upon which, his expression slightly dampened. Clearly, Laycie did not appreciate the taunt thrown towards her and that could be clearly depicted from the sharp-edged knife that she protruded from the small purse that she had carried with her. The boy’s face masked a look of terror as he tried to scram away however, the demon – whose eyes were now flashing a bright shade of crimson – held him by his shirt causing him to tumble to the ground. The female straddled the boy as her features became even more demented; a slight lick of her lips followed suit.

Within a moment after she whispered, “Nighty, night, kid~” the knife plunged itself into his skull. Laycie took it out and went downwards; now stabbing his eyes. Then his mouth; then his neck; then his chest – lining an intricate design of stabs – following forth and not sparing his genitals as she stabbed that as well following with another intricate design upon his legs and then, at the end, his feet. Of course, the demon had done it so that the boy was still alive, however, just barely. She wanted him to go through the agony inflicted upon him and he did as all the boy could do was shake violently unable to scream due to his pipes being stabbed. Laycie’s dress lay dampened in crimson blood, her exposed arms and legs as well as her face being draped by them as well.

She stood up from her position on him and gleefully, watched as he withered to death; the affliction and torture being evident on his face as his body finally became limp covered in an array of holes and stabs forming quite a mesmerizing display of torture and agony. It slightly surprised her as to how he was able to last so long however, the longer they lived, the more jovial she became.

Laycie bent down to pick up the now crimson laden sun hat which had been dropped to the ground during her activities when she finally spoke once again, this time, aimed towards a figure standing and witnessing everything from the corner of the alley. “I know you’re there, Keith. Didn’t your parents tell you that spying on others is a bad thing? My, my, you’re such a bad boy and maybe, you need to be taught a lesson, neh?~”

Rushed footsteps followed from Keith; the boy who had assigned the job to Laycie however, the footsteps did not reach far until the demon pounced on the boy; imitating the position she had displayed upon the other one as well. Pleads escaped from Keith’s lips as tears poured from his eyes however, what escaped from Laycie was a mere laugh after which she clicked her tongue in disapproval and with a final wave of her hand to him; she did the same to him as she did to the other boy and watched in levity as he withered to his death as well.

Finally, wearing the blood painted sun hat back on, she skipped through the dimly lit alley’s making her way to Basilisk Fang with a slight, melodiously sinful hum leaving two grotesque and heinous bodies of mere children within her wake.

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