It's a beautiful day for.... huh?

The plan was all set in motion to almost every single tee. She’d gotten herself a nice little helper upon coming back to the very town she’d grown up in and it honestly wasn’t too hard with the types of facades that Aoi was getting a little too good with... even for her own good. The slightest stain of red on the tip of the pink sword in her hands had proven to be the method she used to “persuade” someone to play a scapegoat for her. Of coarse, this woman was so inclined to do everything that she was told to out of a spell induced love, but it was so cute to watch humans do such a thing. Smiling happily, the Neko had just gotten everything into place from the location isolated from Magnolia, to the very letter this woman wrote. Of course, the note was written for her, however with a bit of time she got her to write it perfectly without a gender specific person. She wanted to get any single person that had flown her way. Being as patient as she had to be, she simply watched from above until a male had come walking within a certain distance from her. She knew he could be... purrfect!~

With a coy grin, she dropped the note down and watched it make contact with her mark, heading into hiding while he had gone to read the letter. Taking peaks from time-to-time to watch this stranger getting flustered by the letter, she knew her discipline had not gone to waste. Now that step one was complete, she had to scurry along to step two. She had her little helper standing by, her shoulder length chestnut brown hair laid down straight, her clothes just a short sleeved white top with a slightly longer green shirt that could match the greenest grass around the South Gate. It hadn’t taken much time for Aoi to get herself into a cloaked position and waiting for him to arrive. As he did, he had cheerfully gone and announced it to the practically hypnotized woman. She turned around towards him smiling. ”Thank you for coming... I’ve.. I’ve been waiting for this day for so long...” The woman spoke. Though she smiled, her tone seemed... dead. Almost like she wasn’t as enthusiastic as the letter may have shown.

With a light rustle of the bushes, the stranger who took her bait would find himself pinned against what could be perceived at first as a sticky, but shiny arm and body. A thick rag held tightly against his face, covering his mouth and nose would silence him and knock him out rather quickly, if not instantly. Once he was out cold, she threw him over her shoulder, motioned to her little temporary companion and then walked away with him through the trees and forested areas of the town until she arrived at her location. Once there, the whole room would be barely lit. Few unbroken hanging lights with a couple centered around a table with metal cuff like restraints. The table would be cold and metallic, reflecting the light above to make it harder to see if positioned incorrectly. That’s where the captive male would be placed, locked in tightly. When he’d wake up, he would find that he was alone for the most part, only having one set of eyes peering on from the corner where the woman was, sitting up against the corner with a knife through her chest, but if he could see her, he would she there was no blood to be found around her clothes aside from the initial stabbing. The only thing he couldn’t see was the true kidnapper, eyeing her pray from the shadows. ”Wakey wakey, handsome!~ Playtime is about to begin, Nya!~”

She giggled much like a little kid starring down at the male sleeping beauty as he rose from his little slumber. He seemed to be in a daze as he tried to gather his bearings before his eyes settled on her latest meal. What he didn’t realize, was the reason no blood was left around the girl at all. Aoi... well she was hungry. And what better a way to sate it then a very willing participant. It’s not like she got go back to society after being used in a kidnapping. Oh no no!~ Instead, she’d die for the cause of feeding a hungry blood slayer and serial killer. Today though, she’d filled a quota. One body was enough to do here, but otherwise? Well different days provided the Neko with different types of effort towards murder. Today was one murder, and the sudden craving to torture. That’s why he was here; to entertain the Queen.

Her jig was up as he caught onto her voice after waking up. Not like she tried to hide it. An explosion could go off here and nobody would know the difference from the place they had been at. Walking out from the shadows, she slowly made her way, wanting to watch him squirm in anticipation to see who it was that brought him here. High heels clicked on the tiled ground and echoed through the empty floor. Her form slowly came to light as she continued to take her time. As her body became visible, it became clear that the kidnapper of this strange male was dressed in a material akin to latex, much like a cat burglar. Her whole body from the neck down was covered and once her face was revealed, a head of raven black locks tied into twintails had hung down towards her rear end and cat ears twitched from the change in the sounds of the area. ”Such a purrrfect little boy~” She said with the roll of her tongue, licking her lips as her intimidated glare down at the restrained male showed an violent intent. ”Your nyew girlfriend over there— as I’m sure you noticed, is very much glad you could be here~” She mocked, giggling with a very big enjoyment of it all.

Her finger trailed up his arm, grabbing onto his hand and turning it with quite a bit of force despite it lacking to show she was on the Neko’s part. ”Nyahaha! I got me a big fishy today!~ I haven’t seen a mage of this guild in a good year or so. So pawsome!~ ...Well it is for one of us, anyway~” with a small giggle, she let go of his hand and picked up a closed pocket knife and with the flick of her wrist, shot up the 4 inch blade and leaned against the table. ”I didn’t even plan on having a mage be a victim, much less a little cutie like yourself! But, purrrhaps its just fate!” She winked and slowly ran the blade against his arm, not cutting him of course, but more in a manner of violent foreplay, so to speak. ”So, before we begin, why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself? I plan to kill you, so you can rest on that. I don’t like to kill too much, it’s very distasteful and messy for a woman of my stature.” Speaking more to her role as the Queen of demon felines, though unknown to any, she wouldn’t dare tell a mortal soul. That would ruin her plans! No, she had other plans, and easily said it was to involve her prior human royal status, one lost to her a time ago.

His first reaction when she had started to tease his soft flesh with the knife gave her a thrill she missed. She watched him for every little second, every reaction, twitch, tell. Anything that she could use to get th maximum potential from her acts and work today. It was like a work of art to torture someone, and like any good artist, they needed to practice. Mr. Alveron would be the first of many in a long line of soon to be victims of her torture techniques. While today would be a day of pure experimentation, down the line, she could see herself being hired not only to kill, but to extract information and maybe make people disappear... Yes. That path sounds rather luscious and bloodthirsty. "Nyow Nyow, Mr. Alvenyon... No need to be shy yet. Save the stuttering chat for the more.. catastrophic things~. Despite how minor they are in comparison to doing say.. blowing something up." She stood up from the table, stretching a little bit and letting out a little yawn mixed with the sound of a meow.

Scratching her head for a moment, she paused immediately at the names and question he asked her. Her eyes narrowed, slightly angered and confused by what he asked. "What.. did you just ask me?" She asked, walking around to the other side of him, her eyes slithering up and down his body while she tried to figure things out. She couldn't "see" him the way she did the members of Grim Heresy, but how could he even know about them? Not only that, she knew the rules of the pact and the mention of it. So... if he wasn't a member like she could tell... he had to be the next best thing. "Ohh. The other cat enthusiast. Nehehe. Lovely little doll, I'll admit. A great meowster of lava. She even gave me one of these before we parted ways!~" She waved her hand and a red portal would glow from under the table. A cat made of lava and molten rock would crawl through the small portal, hoping up onto the table and giving a meow. "I've tamed the little one so she won't eat through every little thing with those cute little paws. Isn't that right, little princess?~" With a giggle, she scratched the lava cats ears, pulling her hand away as a couple fingers were burned, nearly bleeding. "Oops... Nyat what I had in mind... but it'll heal very quickly. Let's get started, shall we!?"

The black haired neko chose to ignore everything she went by as a member of Grim Heresy, leaving nothing but her devotion in the back of her mind should her Guild mistress ever return. Until then, nothing would ever be the same. She could never pose loyalty like she did with Eris, nor could she think she could be like her. With the pocket knife in hand, she leaned in and drug the blade across his skin gently, splitting the skin open lightly over one of his veins. Applying tight pressure, she kept him from bleeding in any heavy quantity. Holding her fingers that were burned nearly to the bone, droplets of black blood would drip slowly down into the open wound, slipping its way inside. "Nyow. Before we begin, my love... you're going to experience a little umm.. loss of sight. During which time, this whole experience will be.. enlightening~" Slowly, Aven's sight would begin to grow fuzzy, everything turning into a blur and rapidly into nothing. Looking to see his eyes glazed over and unable to see, she smiled and let go. His blood would stop bleeding but for the tiniest trickle, giving her a set time limit before he would pass out. The blood that would, however, she had set to drip into a drain of sorts, collecting into a container for her further use and/or consumption. "I'll give you a moment to adjust, kitten. Afterwards, you'll enjoy a thrill from which you'd never felt before." Sitting down beside him, she grew silent, giving him some time for his senses to adjust so the torture could be that much more extreme.

After a moment of time just sitting around, her eyes glancing over her nails while her tail swished around from the frustration of her own impatience. Still, she held to her own boots and will and waited just long enough that everything would be dark for him. He would see what she did for years by his guilds hand, no matter if it were any accident or mishap that caused it. Still, the feeling that he was stuck being useless, blind to the world... it made her feel.. rejuvenated. Even though it was temporary, she felt that it was something completely new and an amazing rush of vindication that she never thought she could have in her life. "You're not panicking? My, I hope future victims are as quiet and understanding as you are, Aven." She reached over, tapping his arm with her covered finger, just tempting a reaction from him to test how it would work. How someone could feel having to adjust after years and years of something.

This whole thing seemed more like a big experiment than it did a torture session at this point. She had tried to ease into it, being she never did this sort of thing in a rather isolated place and planned ahead of time so long ahead like she was now. "What to do first?~ Tease him? Go right for the jugular? Well, so to speak..." With a soft sigh of a girl unsure of what to do, she jumped as he screamed out randomly. She turned to face him, looking as he was squirming and suddenly frightened by something. She chuckled though, at random of the whole thing and just smiled. "Hey hey now... Wait for those screams to be because this violent little feline demoness!~" With the snap of her fingers, she would make the blood in his arm start to cause a searing, burning pain. "Forget all other distractions! I'm going to slowly make you wish you'd turn down the letter! NYAHAHAHAHA!" She gave a loud cat like cackle as she would walk around, taking in any and all sounds he made. Enjoying all of it.

Aoi's methods were very unorthodox to say the least. Her patience fluctuated from very patient to nearly none at all within a second. It depended on what was going on around her, as well as if she were blind herself. Today was just a sight to behold really. Something she was glad she didn't get to miss. It was luck- maybe fate that allowed her this chance for everything she gained, everything she turned to strive for. Like a newly formed wood bridge, each new board brought her one step closer to her goals and the power she was truly seeking, but for now... for now she was ready to sick herself a new toy at her leisure, using the innocent, gaining free food, free entertainment, then throwing them back to the place whenst they came like trash. That's all humans were to her anymore; fully preserved food. They held the blood she hungered from time-to-time, so she'd use it every chance she got.

Her eyes widened suddenly at the surprise she had come to witness. The boy she had kidnapped, started to torture, and eventually planned to throw back to the fairies at her leisure had started to change. His body mass was shifting, becoming huge and to the point her restraints snapped off, freeing it. The neko couldn't believe the sight happening to him right before her eyes, but as this newly transformed being took its stretch of freedom, she noticed it. In the opposite eye of her own, though hers within the Iris of her eye was the handprint. Her shocked look became a slowly forming laughter until she'd filled the room with a diabolic laughter akin to her prior laughing. "The boy is full of surprises!" She wiped a tear from her eye as her eyes watered a little from the laughter. "The boy.. the boy harbors a demon of Meowster Eris'? My my, such a sudden turn of fate for the Fairies. Don't tell me that all of them are just mages with demons under the hidden the guise of innocent little helpers of Fiore~" Laughing at her own little joke, she folded her arms at her chest, glaring up at the demon. "Have to ruin my torture? Do you knyow how many people I killed to afford the set up I have? Granted... it was like, 2. But still!" Sighing lightly, she brushed one of her twintails over her should to the back of her and jumped up to sit on the table. "So... Can I have my victim back? Or are you planning a full on takeover? Cause, I could dig a minion. It'd be a break from all the gorgeous neko slaves I keep... Wait.. or did you wanna be punished for being a bad boy?~" With a teasing wink and a playful giggle, she jumped off the table, as if she was prepared to fight this apparent hidden acquaintance of hers.

Words could not express the way that Aoi was finding amusement in the predicament of this poor human boy. First being deceived by his own emotions by her hand, then being kidnapped and tortured, all the while some demon inside of him whom belonged to the very evil of Eris. And so much so that it seemed even he wasn’t against the boy’s demise of being forced to being tortured. However, she wasn’t going to turn down a free offer of having her way with a boy. Of course... maybe not in the way of something very mature and demeaning, but this course of action was more up her alley. ”Nyaaaa... but now you’ve gone and made my job harder. I have to restrain the boy and put more effort into making him unable to fight back. Just purrrfect.” With a sigh and shrug, she chuckled and smiled. ”It’s amewsing none the less, but honestly it seems I’ll need extensive research and not go after targets of opportunity. But, I guess that’s how all professionals get good.”

Watching as the demon had returned inside the boy, his body shrinking down to his normal size, the cat demoness had taken the knife and cut her own left hand across the palm. Black blood blended with the suit on her oft and she simply flicked a few drops by the boy as he slowly recovered. ”Before you do anything. I want to offer you a chance to make it easy for yourself...” She didn’t lie before, so why would she start now. Besides... this was purely a distraction for the moment. ”If you willingly let me finish, I promise to return you safely to your guild. But if you try to run, I’ll make it become so horrible I’ll have you screaming for me to kill you.” The narrowing of her eyes at her threat would prove to provoke intimidation. Though no matter his choice, her plan was set and he’d be done for in a moment’s notice.

A sinister grin formed on her face as it seemed she was getting her way with this boy. It was good. She didn’t really have a care to expend such a trivial amount of time or energy on one person simply to give them back alive if she couldn’t have her fun. No, instead, she nodded as the grin faded. Aoi walked closer to him and got to his level of sight, taking one hand of his in hers, letting his bare skin touch the material cloaking the rest of her body in black. ”I swear it. I never intended to kill you in the first place. I know it doesn’t mean much from a person like me, but I swear it.” She smiled innocently and gently, showing sincerity. The moment he let his guard down, her blood covered hand would strike, punching him hard straight in the gut and causing an boom like feeling inside of his body as if a secondary force hit him.

She would push his body away, letting him collect himself for a moment. Standing straight, a line of black blood would ooze down and coil around on the ground in a solid form. Gripping her hand tight, she swung her arm and cracked a whip against his arm, causing a small gash to appear on the side of his bicep, narrowly avoiding his artery. ”Nyow! Let the fun begin!! NYAHAHA!” She screamed, giving another lash of the whip at him in another attempt to hit him if he chose to keep to the promise.

She couldn't take her eyes off of her victim as he ached in pain from her sudden blow to his gut. The way he had been in such pain brought her a rush of enjoyment she had never had before. Normally she was a methodical killer who was in and out before her enemy knew what happened to them... but this time she had the boy at her mercy and she intended not to kill him as previously promised, though this time she was going to live up to her promises. Besides, now was the time she could stop hiding in the shadows. She had plenty of ways to keep herself from being found and finding herself new targets, so she can afford to burn her neko appearance for the sake of some sadistic acts and countless acts of murder for the sake of infamy and money. But the infamy was starting to become a more clear motive for her the more she acted on this boy.

After her second whip struck his chest, she had a glorious idea. With a devious crin, she swumg the whip and let it coil around his foot. She yanked and pulled until the boy dragged along the ground and her heel covered foot stomped down from heel-to-toe. Pulling his chest wound open, the black haired captor took her previous knife and cut open her hand once again, having already healed up from her last cut. Black blood would drip once. Twice. Three times into the open wound. Within seconds, he'd begin to feel excruciating pain from the blood, watching for his reaction. "Go ahead. Use a spell on me, boy." She goaded him, wanting him to do it so she could watch for herself this happening. There were more than one reason for this.. but she wanted to see. If he didn't she would put her weight down on his chest, growling. "I SAID USE YOUR MAGIC!" She would scream, pushing harder on him.

The boys reactions were titillating to say the least. She found every little sound of pain and misery that came from the boys mouth to be that of something much more fun and convoluted acts and future plans. So now that she had the boy right in her clutches, she had found herself rather off guard by the way this boys magic worked. As he tried to use the spell that she forced him to do, the spell had still gone off, feeling a bolt of lightening crash into her chest right on target and sending her flying back onto the ground. However, as that happened, the explosion of her spell would activate, forcing the first spell circle on his hand to explode.

As she'd skid to a stop, the neko sat up and shook her head, shaking away the feeling of impact. Looking down, a singed hole was in her outfit, showing off a bit of her skin underneath, but remarkably not a lick of damage was done. "Nyaaa.... That boy got real lucky... Oh well, this is why you're here~" She muttered to herself, laying her eyes on her victim once again as she stood onto her feet. "Nyow nyow.. That coulda hurt somebody... but I suppose it's my fault too." Clearing her throat, she calmly walked back over and casually stepped on the hand that was blown up by her hands while she giggled. "You've been such a good boy for me, I should reward you a little." Just as quickly, she removed her foot and then squatted down beside him, placing her head on her hands which rested on her knees. "If you want it to end, then you'll beg. Just say, 'Please stop, Meowster'. Got that? Repeat it back to me." She ordered, acting calm and natural, rather sociopathic about how she went about it, but that was what Eris helped her become; a methodical, highly effective, sociopath. Giving him time to get together any energy to reply to her demand (assuming he does), she would reach over with one hand and rub his head like a pet, giggling. "Good boy~ I already like you more than those mutts out there hurting my little feline followers."

With the break over, Aoi got up from her position and then picked up her whip that she'd dropped and would make several nonstop swings against his body in an attempt to open him up in a few more places. Should they all have hit, she would just leave him be on the floor to agonize for a moment while she thought over her next move.

Sighing lightly at his less than crying plead of a repeated phrase, it was sufficient enough for the moment. Watching more of his blood spilling as each strike hit, she found more and more amusement, but it seemed to bore her just as much. Slowly, the neko calmed and eventually once the boy had seemed like he wasn't even moving, she just tossed the whip aside and headed to the table. She picked up a bucket with some of Aven's blood and headed back over, patting him on the head. "It's been a lot of fun playing with you, but you're half way dead and.. well I'm one kitty who doesn't like to play with dead prey~" With a little giggle, she'd pick his head up and give one hard slam into the ground, potentially knocking him out in his current state. "Nyow.. for the grand finale, my boy~"

Carrying him off with a giggle, nightfall would be upon them once she got into town. She carried him off into the very property of Fairy Tail and placed the boy down against the wall and got to work. Once he or anyone would come outside, they'd find a hand drawn entirely in Aven's blood on the wall. The hand would resemble a symbol lost to people for quite a long time, if any had seen them at all. Satisfied with her work, she quickly guzzled the rest of the bucket and dropped it on his unconscious body before sneaking away into the shadows of the night, leaving Magnolia before the start of anything could occur.

~Exit~