It's Barking Again||Solo

Lucius Foss ☺ Guildless ☺ C-Rank
Y o u   c o u l d   b e   t h e   c o r p s e   a n d   I   c o u l d   b e   t h e   k i l l e r

He'd been requested by a middle aged woman, cranky, and that type of person who always looks angry even when their not. This new client of the dark mage's wanted him to rid of a very annoying dog, one that is said to keep her up every night and ruin all of their 'prize winning flowers', or whatever. It was but a simple job, find the wandering beast of a dog, and kill it, simple as that. Now all he needed to do, was find the damn dog. Hopefully it was as intimidating and persistent as his client explained, cause otherwise it will just run away with it's tail between it's legs at the mere scent of Lucius evilly black aura. Which most of the times he liked that animals ran away at the sight of him, but this time he needed it not too.
Walking the streets of Oshibana, he examined the alleyways, and thick bushy areas that might be hiding a dog. Though so far he didn't have much luck, letting out a sigh he walked into a coffee shop. Might as well get himself some tea to hold him off, cause he was getting rather hungry. Which wasn't much of a surprise for the assassin, he was a teenager, it was normal for boys his age to eat a lot. Especially if they are his height, and it's good for him to eat more also cause of how much he works out and such, with all his training. His training was brutal, though he didn't have it as often as he used to as a child. These days if he is trained by somebody it's usually Regina, his pet and companion, the void demon is the person that owns the scythe of which he most commonly wields. Though even then it isn't often, but there are the occasions, usually after he looses himself by going berserk, that his mentor has to train him. Though it seems more like a punishment, though I suppose Inanis meant for it to be that way, a cruel god his teacher is.
After paying the cashier, he left the store with his take out cup in hand, after blowing on it slightly, he took a light sip. Letting out a satisfied sigh, he gently dropped his mechanical hand of which held his tea, to his side. Using his left hand to hit his long braided green hair to his back, his silky hair bouncing slightly when he did so. He often braided it like he has today, it kept it nice and neat and it was easy, and, oddly fun to do. Especially trying different kinds of braiding styles, french, fishtail, dutch, etc. etc. It was a guilty pleasure of his, one that no one but himself knew, that is what people do with their guilty pleasures, they hide them. Yes, he is a psychopathic assassin who also triples as a mage of darkness and a musician, but he has his normal enjoyments. Even if most of them are seeing the lives of humans be destroyed by his own hand, or something of a similar vein.
Traveling the bright and busy streets, he adjusted his cap slightly to make it more effective, along with pushing up his sunglasses. Those of which doubled as prescription glasses, something he needed, due to some head trauma he had as a child, he is now near-sighted. This trauma also cause often recurring headaches, all of it was just very irritating, being photophopic, near-sighted and having constant headaches. Though luckily for the young assassin mage, he didn't not have and current headaches, surprisingly enough for him. For the sake of his light sensitivity, he turned and walked through an alleyway, and kept this up, along with walking darker back roads. Plus it probably held somewhere within them, the dog of which he has to 'end', so to speak.
It had been about a hour and a half trying to find the stupid dog, sitting on a bench to take a break from all this searching. Sure when you go to look for something you can't find it, but when your not looking for it, it pops out of nowhere. Acting like it's been there the whole damn time, just to make you look stupid. Letting out a large huff, he tried to take another drink from his mint tea, but alas, it was empty. Making a slight 'tch' noise, he tossed it aside, ignoring the fact that 'you shouldn't litter' and all that crap, he didn't give a damn. Turning so his legs where now on the bench he laid down, his hands under his head with his elbows sticking out, and the creases under his knees resting on one of the chair's arms. Closing his eyes he let himself drift off into the land of dreams, cause why not? He often slept in places such as these nowadays, considering he no longer had a home. Occasionally people took pity on him and allowed him to stay at their house for the night, and the next night, so on and so forth until the assassin decided to leave. Only really keeping him there for that long because of his body, because of his dashing good looks, he often 'got laid'. Not that he typically enjoyed it at all, it just gave him a nice place to sleep for the night, along with some food to eat and a nice warm shower and or bath.


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Lucius Foss ☺ Guildless ☺ C-Rank
Y o u   c o u l d   b e   t h e   c o r p s e   a n d   I   c o u l d   b e   t h e   k i l l e r

Black, no, something even darker then that. The void, it was an often reoccurring location in his dreams, this meant, that he was now having a nightmare. The only kind of dreams that Lucius has, when he finally gets to sleep, having a hard time doing so having insomnia and his body not wanting to sleep at night, another thing caused by his magic. He sort of just floated there, though the way he moved was like he was underwater, but he had no difficulty breathing. Lifting up his hands, he couldn't see them, a normal thing in this dimension. It made it so you couldn't see anything, it was the void, it was well, void of everything. But the boy knew this wasn't the real thing, this was but a glimpse that Inanis was allowing him to see, a slight experience before the real thing the god had told him years and years ago.
"iT hUrTs"
A voice similar to his own echoed, surrounding him. Turning himself to see a tall and skinny boy, covered in bruises and cuts, soft colored green hair down to the bottom of his neck. He was about six to seven years old, curled up into a ball, wrapping his arms around his chins, and quietly crying into his knees
"MaKe It sToP"
Staring at the younger version of himself, his soft crying turning into straight up balling. Screaming his poor little lungs out, liquid pouring out from his eyes and nose. Changing his position to holding his head, his knees still up against his chest.
"So make it stop"
Yes, he remembered this, it was the first time Inanis had ever spoke to him. Convincing him to do, what he considers, the best decision he has ever made. Killing his father, his mother, the killing the whole rest of his town after realizing the enjoyment he got from seeing others in so much pain.
"Yeah
I'll just make it stop"
Young six to seven year old Lucius suddenly stop crying, his face contorting into pure insanity. Teleporting suddenly, appearing faster then the assassin could react. A knife press deeply into into his gut, the young face of childhood him stared up into his eyes. Fear striking the teen, his eyes widening as the two stared into each other's eyes. He tried to move, but he couldn't, not fast enough, it was like he was moving through thick and sticky syrup. Lucius tried to pull away the tiny hand of his former self, but before he could, the cracked pale lips of the boy moved. His gravely voice of which was cause by previous screaming, forming into words of which froze him in fear.
yOu'Ll NeVeR eScApE uS
The younger him's face started to melt away into a thick tar like liquid, the eyes melting before all of his head could melt. Even though he slowly melted away, he kept that psychopathic grin on his pale face. As he dissappeared he kept repeated those few words in that twisted vesion of his young voice, finally he was totally gone. Suddenly a hand placed itself onto the assassin's shoulder, being able to move at normal speed, he whipped himself around. Staring into, where those eyes?! Black smoke like substance huffed out from the eye sockets of a man the same height as his own. He was covered top to bottom in a countless amount of scars, long and silky black hair down to his ankles. The unknown man was only dressed in a flowing black cloak, the hood of it slightly over his head. Black vein like things slowly spread from his eyes as he grinned in the most terrifying way, so much so it made him totally frozen in fear. Sweat dripped down his face, he felt as if he was going to vomit, but he couldn't move. Watching as the man brought his pale as white hand, slowly, very slowly to his shoulder. It felt like so long, he felt as if he was going to die, when the hand finally rested itself onto his shoulder. It felt like ice started to spread itself through his body starting from the place where the man's hand was, slowly turning his head back to look at his face. The ends of his grin went even higher on his face, into very unrealistic like smile, sort of like the Cheshire Cat from the Alice in Wonderland stories. Finally, he spoke, in a voice identical to Lucius' own voice. Watching with eyes shaking, he listened as he opened his mouth to speak.

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Lucius Foss ☺ Guildless ☺ C-Rank
Y o u   c o u l d   b e   t h e   c o r p s e   a n d   I   c o u l d   b e   t h e   k i l l e r

Sitting up so fast, all broke out into a cold sweat, he held his head with his left hand. A bit lightheaded cause of getting up so fast, and because of that nightmare, it's the only kind of dreams he's ever had. But who was that black haired man, and what did he say at the end? He just, couldn't remember, his head felt like it was splitting open from the pain. Regaining his breath after that scare he looked around, examining his surroundings, it was dark now. He probably had been sleeping for a good three hours, but it felt so much longer then that. Turning his legs around so they now rested on the ground, he rested his elbows on his thighs, and his head in his hand. Trying to get his thoughts under wraps, the first part was normal, but usually it just turned into his voices arguing with each other, or a bad memory, or something else. But that, that was different, he couldn't wrap his head around what that was. Usually it was just things about himself, things he either experienced or is currently experiencing, but that was something he never seen before. And under all of that terror he felt something else, deep down, sadness? Agony? No, something worse, but what? He had to many questions with nobody to answer him.
Getting interrupted when he heard an unearthly loud bark along with intense growling. Large footsteps, some liquid dripping onto the ground, the footsteps stopped and he felt breath on his head. Letting out a irritated sigh he looked up at the beast of a dog, an unamused expression on his pale complexion. "So your Bon-Bon huh?" he asked rhetorically, not really expecting an answer. Though he did get a reply, a loud echoing bark right into his face, it hurt his ears yet he didn't react. "You're quite the behemoth aren't you? Not what I was told, but let's get this over with" he said, standing to his feet, he stood face to face with the dog. It was almost his height, big and burly, and the 'bark is worse then it's bite' was probably wrong in this situation. The two things where probably of equal power.
Pulling out his switchblade, he flicked it into a scythe and glared into the dark red, almost brown eyes of the pooch. "I'm not in the mood for playing games" he said, an inhuman like growl rising out through his throat. Before the dog could bark again he swung his scythe at it, slicing open it's chest in a large, deep cut. Using one of the abilities of the weapon of Regina, the one that makes it's victims bleed even worse. So the thick crimson liquid gushed out from the front of the dog, it whimpered slightly, I don't blame it, that hurts. Turning his whining into a growl he let out a yelp, and sunk its teeth deep into Lucius' left arm. Twitching slightly cause of the pain, a very under exaggerated reaction to that type of pain, he forced himself to ignore it. Which didn't seem like a very realistic thing, but he was an assassin, highly trained for ignoring pain. And he was also very upset, and just wanted to finish with this damn mission.
Letting the behemoth like dog bite his arm as he swung his scythe again, this time at a weird angle. Slicing through the thick skinned and very muscular neck of the beast of a dog, a shocked look left on it's face. Knowing it had now passed he pried it's teeth from his arm, turning the scythe back into a switchblade, he folded it closed and slid it into his pocket. Still trying to ignore the pain, he walked himself back to the house of his client, dragging the corpse of the dog along with him. Leaving a trail of blood where he walked, when he arrived at the house, he dropped the body parts. Releasing a large sigh from his mouth, the assassin walked over to the door and kicked it open. "Hey I killed it, give me my cash" the teen said, scaring the middle aged woman who was heading to bed. "Finally that thing is dead" she grumbled, grabbing a nice amount of jewels and giving it to the dark mage. After receiving the money, he shoved it into his pocket, and turned, walking himself out of the now broken door.
Holding his arms he walked to dark streets, the ones that weren't even lit by street lamps. He had been walking for over an hour, and was out of the town and was just, in a random town. Finally letting the pain sink in, he collapse onto his knees, he hugged his injured arm. Falling to his right side, the young dark mage passed out instantly, not having any dreadful nightmares this time around, he was just to tired. Waking up from the sound of a soft male voice "Oh my god, are you alright" he asked, looking up at him, he didn't answer. "Please come with me, I'll help you" the young man said to Lucius as he helped him up, and to his house.

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