Bathe in Blood

[Rosier Moore]

Rosier stood silently in the shadows, not daring to make a noise, move, or even breathe. His eyes moved back and forth as he scanned the area carefully, his fingers flexing in and out. The dark made it harder for him to see than usual; but that was really none of his concern at that moment. The vampire was hungry, and he would sit back in the shadows for a moment longer. Tonight he would embrace his race. Tonight, he would be the murderer that he always has been.

A man crept along the alleyways as Rosier had just minutes ago. He carried a small bag on his shoulder, and a tiny blade in his hand; it was clear that he was nervous. Probably late getting home to his wife from the whorehouse, taking a shortcut through the alleyways.

Unluckily for this man, he would be walking right by Rosier's hiding place.

As soon as the man walked by, osier turned the corner out of the shadows and leapt at him. The man was about to scream, but Rosier had already wrapped a hand around his neck; the vampire, quick as a blade, threw the man against the wall as hard as he possibly could. There was a large crunching noise, as if his skull had collapsed in on itself. The man gave out a muffled choking noise, as if he wanted to scream but couldn't. The man could only briefly stare into the face of his killer; a man with eyes dark as a starless night, with face smirking and hair falling into his eyes. Then his body went limp, a trail of blood sliding down the wall quickly.

Rosier's smirk did not disappear as he licked his lips. The man smelled of alcohol, tobacco, and sweat- surely he would taste of it as well. But that did not matter to Rosier. A feast was a feast, and he would have better ones in this town from here on out.

He sunk his teeth into the man harshly, savoring the sweet taste of blood. He had been right as to what the man tasted like. But luckily he knew that the man did not drink so much as to get Rosier drunk himself. So for a few minutes, Rosier feasted on the unlucky fellow.

The vampire rose up, a smile on his face as he licked off the blood from his lips. The man was dropped to the ground, a bit of blood beginning to pool around him. Rosier was no longer hungry; there was no need to make himself bloated, or mess up his clothing.

Removing a handkerchief from his pocket- which was stained with blood from the past- he wiped off his hands and face as he stared down at the body, a look of interest on his face.

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Devan roamed his old homes hallways. Gazing at the starry skied cielings he used to call his and taking in the wonderful smells he had used to smell quite often. It had been too long, and he had wondered when Balius would give him a task in the city. He was beginning to think never but then he had it. A herald who spoke too much and too openly about what he knew of what he had seen many nights ago deep in the woodlands. He had supposedly seen Balius and that, although unlikely didn't sit well with the Alpha. So it was time to give them reason to believe another monster roamed Avaleur. A monster that had also been said to have been slain. Devan, and they would be in a surprise for what new tricks the giant had now.

Devan came to his target's house and opened the door. Whatever lock behind it breaking off the hinges and frame of the doorway. Devan ducked and walked through the kitchen and study into the bedroom.

For a moment he looked at the two. Husband and wife laying next to eachother. He couldn't kill the lady, wasn't ordered to, but boy was he to have some fun with the man.

Devan raised his hand up and back as he walked to the right side of the bed. The side with the woman. He slapped her across the face, her body rolling out of bed and slapping against the hard wood.
"Morning."

The herald awoke from the noise. "Bethany?!" He called but then his eyes laid on theonster himself.
"D-da...de,d,d..."

"Devan." Devan spoke for him. "You have been saying some things." He reaches over and picks him up by the neck. Dragging him across the bed and lifting him into the air. "Too many things. Now it's time to silence you."

"No! No ill shut up me trap! I'll-" he is shut up as Devan chucks him across the room, his body colliding with the wall and bursting through into the alleyway behind it. His screams of pain can be heard from where Devan is.

The giant stepped out slowly and smirked as he looked down at the herald, his flesh penetrated by several slivers of wood and glass. One extruding out his leg. He walked over and put his fingers into one of the slashes on his leg which caused him to cry out in pain again. Devan wrapped his fingers around a bone in his leg and pulled it out. Snapping it from the rest of it still in his leg. The herald screamed again as blood splattered onto Devan who laughed and began writing with his bloodied hand on the alley wall.

He tossed the bone to the side and picked up the herald by the head, Turing him to face the wall.
It read: Devan, the king of your nightmares is back

"It is missing something... A signature." He laughed menacingly.

"No, no please... Please I beg you! I'll keep quiet I swear!"

Devan stepped forward and the body went forward with the giant's fist.
"NO!!!!" The herald cried before his head hit the bricked wall with Devan's fist behind it. His head and skull splattering over the wall and onto Devan. The headless, or what was left of a head, corpse dropped from the wall, slumping into a pile.

"Thanks. That ought to get the message across." Devan said before laughing into the air and continuing on his way. But he didn't get far before he picked up a scent. More blood. Not from the herald but someone else. And quite a bit. He growled slightly. Although in human form his werewolf blood boiled. As if this was his territory.

He began following the scent, nearing it rather quickly as it was close by...

[Rosier Moore]

The vampire was just about to fold up the cloth in his hand; when he heard a crash. The breaking of a wall, no doubt. His head slowly turned, neither frightened or scared. But interested. Perhaps another wrecking havoc in the night?

This pleased Rosier. As if it was not enough for him to succeed in destroying lives, but others had to do the same for him to be happy.
And boy, was he happy to hear that wall.
Though he did not know exactly what it was, his imagination was happy to roam free.

Not curious to find out if he was correct or not, he folded up the cloth, and slipped it into his pocket. He was about to walk away- when he heard footsteps. Rather loud footsteps. Like a giant, or a werewolf.
Big guys that couldn't control their movement such as Rosier could.

Hearing the steps moving quickly towards his area, Rosier decided that perhaps a run-in with a possible murderer (for it sounded like a big guy) was not what he had in mind for that night.

The vampire quickly ran at the wall and jumped, grabbing onto the ledge before pulling himself up. Darkness engulfed him, and though his eyes could not see in front of him well, he waited to see whom it was that was walking by.

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Devan turned the corner and found the body. He slowed his pace down and neared it with little caution. He kicked it slightly as he smelled around him. His senses much worse in human form but still better than most. He could smell something... But he was not trained well in these ways yet... He just knew it was something different. And fresh. They couldn't have gotten far but he couldn't really smell any trail.

Was he being watched? Devan did not like that idea. So he investigated. He walked further down the alley and turned the corner. Pressing himself against the wall and waited and listened.

[Rosier Moore]

(( oh gosh Rosier's turning into an Ezhno creeper ))

The sides of Rosier's lips curved up; a bit menacing, with his white teeth stained red, and fangs nearly hanging out of his mouth. So he was right, or at least partially. The man was huge- he had to be a giant. Or part giant.

Rosier had never seen a giant, and could only assume he knew what he was talking about.

But, it did seem that this man was looking for the killer of this person as he walked. At least, the giant seemed curious. Not to mention...Rosier squinted his eyes. Blood. Yes, definitely blood on his hands. And a feitn smell of rotting corpses.

This man had to be a bundle of joy.

Slowly Rosier crept across the rooftops as he followed the giant with curiosity. When the giant stopped, he stopped. He waited for a few seconds, but, he was an impatient man. And a man with little fear for his own safety.

Laying down on his stomach he placed his chin on his hands, moving his legs back and forth soundlessly.

"Whatcha looking for~?" he asked with a grin as he stared down at the giant.

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((Lol yes yes he is))

Devan waited and turned his head, seeing nothing but then he heard the voice.
He looked up and smirked, so this guy was stupid? Bah, it enraged him to know he couldn't kill him... He wasn't ordered or allowed to.

Now that he could see him he could direct his senses. This was the smell then? A man? No it must be something different.
"I was looking for you. If you know what is good for you, you will stay out of my territory." Devan warned. "Unless you think you have something to offer. Don't waste my time though. I've made plenty of interesting sculptures with men about your size."

This was easy. Scare away some petty theif and then word of his return would be spread. Just as Balius had wished. It put their attention on him and not Balius and the pack.

[Rosier Moore]

Rosier's smirk only grew wider; if this man had been a vampire, Rosier would have turned tails and ran. And it was easy to tell that, if Devan could catch him, Rosier would be dead within a second. But Rosier paid no heed.

"Well, I don't know... I'd have seen some private property signs, or something," the vampire chuckled as he joked, looking the man over. It was so hard to see, let alone in this lighting...

"As for sculptures, I'm sure a big guy like you has. I doubt I'm like any normal human you've carved up, though."
Rosier felt like he had heard of this man, talk of a giant. A man named... oh, something that started with a D he thought. And a Knight had killed him, but apparently not. That did not interest Rosier.

But one thing D said sparked an interest in Rosier's mind; curiosity if nothing less. Or more.

"Wait...what do you mean, something to offer? I can guarantee I can be quite an interesting ally to work with, if others have things that I want," the man smirked, folding his hands together as his chin still rested on them.

He was never really a business man. But in Avaleur, things were proving to be more tough. Rosier was nearly convinced that he would need to change his tactics.

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Devan rolled his eyes. "You will find that the only thing you will get is your life. If you have nothing to offer than I take it." Devan stepped froward toward the wall that connected to the rooftop Rosier sat upon.

"The better you prove yourself then the more I may give you." Devan looked up and starred at Rosier, memorizing his face. "As long as you are smart, it is worth it. I can grant you just about anything you wish." Devan said and then smirked. He had made Ethan. Allowed him to live and killed those in his way. He would need to see that man soon. Devan thought.
"So what do you say? What can you do for me to keep your life?" He drew one of his short swords that for a him was like a dagger.

[Rosier Moore]

Rosier continued to stare and, despite all odds, his smirk got bigger. And bigger. And a laugh escaped from his throat; a loud laugh, that lasted quite a few moments. He could hardly breath as he replied to the man.

"I don't think you know how this works, my dear fellow," Rosier wiped his eye, a tear nearly falling from the strength of his laughter.

"In a new city I suppose I have not made a name for myself, but, you must have heard from distant lands of a man with eyes dark as night, that kills as quickly as the whispers on the wind," he recited what one man was preaching in one of the last cities he had been in; people thought the man was crazy.
But Rosier was not careful, and was caught in the act. Leading him to Avaleur.

"To put it bluntly, my life is meaningless to me. I don't care for it. What I do care about are the victims under my teeth, the blood that pools on the old stone walkways, and the horror in the eyes of those people moments away from death," The man sat up onto his bottom, and stretched. An idiot, Rosier was- if Devan was not under Balius's control, he would be dead by now.

"But, alas, I suppose someone like you has no use for another cold blooded killer, hmm? I mean, sure, brute strength gets you far. But how about those that expect you to be coming? It'd take quite a bit more work to get through a planned procedure. Me? Oh, I slip in and out. Easy as pie."

Even if Devan wanted Rosier's help- unlikely- Rosier was practically just teasing him on. The vampire had no interest nor disinterest in the thought of working with, or under, another person.

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Devan was growing irritated and he actually tried throwing the ads through Rosiers skull. But his arm would not budge at all... Great, just great. He met the most annoying man out in the alleyways and he had to just deal with it.

"I am smarter than I look." Devan glared at Rosier. By saying he only had brute strength he had taken the 'nice' way of saying he was brawn not brains. But he planned out nearly every meaningful operation... He had even been called a criminal mastermind before.

"But I find your attitude refreshing. It must be your lucky day." Devan sheathes his blade and waves an arm and hand down toward him as he turns and begins walking down the alleyway. "Come down and join me. There may be something you can do for me." He may as well try and figure something out. If need be, he could get permission later but he shouldn't burn any bridges just yet.

[Rosier Moore]

Rosier smile got impossibly bigger, his fangs flashing more now. With quick movement the man jumped to the ground, barely giving off a sound. He was not as strong as others of his kind; but he was certainly lighter. Fairly quick as well.

He looked up at the giant, placing his hands into his pockets. This man was quite a bit taller than the vampire, and smelled of dog and rotten corpse. But, that was what made him interesting.

"Rosier Moore," he stated, removing a hand from his pocket and moving it forward, ready to shake. This man did not seem like the type to shake hands, but, Rosier was intrigued. By his speech, the way he acted.

It was like a similar yet different version of himself. Perhaps even more insane. Though, Rosier would never call himself insane.

"And no worries; I do not think you're an idiot. Just that there are different skills for everyone, and I am sure we both have opposite skills the other might have use for in the future."

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Devan cracked his neck by tilting it to the side as Rosier approached him. He kept moving forward, purposefully ignoring his hand. He was not that type of man.

For a moment Devan wasn't sure what to say, so he bought a bit of time by stating his name. "Devan Azul. Or the Mutilator although I don't worry about that being my title any longer." He explained. And as he spoke he thought of what else to ask.
"I have been gone from my alleys for some time, I was wondering what you could tell me other than a vampire infestation it seems..." he says reffering to Rosier.

[Rosier Moore]

Perhaps Rosier was lucky that Devan had not shook his hand; after all, the giant looked like the sort to break his hand just for a quick laugh.
But the vampire didn't think of it as he finally rested his hand back into his pocket, after realizing Devan would not budge his hand towards his.

Rosier listened intently as he memorized all that Devan said. So his name DID start with a 'D'! Oh, he remembered now. The 'mutilator'. He had been dead; perhaps they were wrong. Or perhaps he didn't stay dead.

Either way, the more Devan spoke, the more interested Rosier became.

Rosier chuckled- vampire infestation- he hadn't been called an infestation in quite some time.
"Sadly, I cannot tell you much. Crime's been at a steady rate, from what I know. But the castle's cracking down on it fairly hard. Keeping them knights pretty busy; which, by the way, reminds me. Were you not dead? Faked a knight good then, did you?"

He was curious as to how Devan had escaped his fate. Curious as to how he planned on getting back at the castle. But, Rosier had to remember that they had just met. All in good time; if at all.

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"That demon fought me when I was dead." Devan stated, sure that only few, and certainly not this man, would understand what he meant by it. The dark angel had made him into a walking corpse, his power was nearly gone... But now, "If we meet again he will face me when with life flowing through me."

Devan was beginning to grow a bit annoyed.
"Let me tell you how this works, you don't seem to be getting it quite right." He turned his head and looked down at Rosier.
"Rosier was it? Your life is linked directly connected to useful things that you can bring to my attention. The longer you have nothing, the closer I become to tie up my loose ends."

[Rosier Moore]

Fought him when he was dead. Rosier wasn't quite sure what he meant by that. Figuratively? Literally? It didn't exactly matter at that very moment. To Rosier. He was having too much fun with this man; Rosier seemed to be pissing him off a bit.

Although the thought of seeing Devan fighting a demon- THAT would be an interesting sight. Rosier would make sure to watch when the two met again. Still, Rosier did not know of any of the knights. So he would have to watch Devan carefully to make sure he did not miss it.

"Ahh, my dear new acquaintance. I do believe you do not understand my being yet," the vampire began, leaning up against the wall. That smug smirk still plastered on his face.

"You see... threats do not work on me. I do not fear anything," except my own, he thought to himself. "Not even death scares me. At least, perhaps on my dying breath, but at other times probably not."

"As for knowledge, I do not search for it. I stumble upon it. Naturally, I would not require much information that way. But, if I were to be searching for it, I would find more. See where I'm going with this? Ask me to find something. And I will. Simple as that."

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This situation was rally beginning to get on his nerves. Any other time this man would be dead. But he couldn't, he hadn't been 'set free'. All he could do was stand there and act tough.... Oh how he wished to....

"Taking you to the moment before your death is not out of the question... Ever." Devan stated as he stopped walking and looked down at Rosier, both physically and mentally.

"If you prefer me to show you, I can do that. Want me to take an arm so you know I'm not bluffing?" Devan sighed, he had had enough of this shit.
"Just find me something useful or the next time a find you, well it will be a nice little warm up before the demon." Devan says before beginning to walk away. "You know where to find me?" He asked, turning slightly.

[Rosier Moore]

Rosier didn't feel like the giant was bluffing; despite this, he still was not worried. The careless vampire, who was sure to die young, the way he was acting. And that didn't stop him.

Come at me, he thought to himself like a dare- rip my arm off, come on. I dare you.

But Devan only ended it with a warning to find something useful next time. His smirk would have gotten bigger, had it not already been as big as it could get. And he just stared at Devan began to walk away- until he asked the question.

The vampire frowned, folding his arms across his chest as he thought.

"I'd assume somewhere in these lovely alleys, but I can never be to sure. Mind throwing me some ideas?"
Rosier could not think of a reason as to why he would want to contact Devan- but it was best to keep that bridge open for the future. Just in case.

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"No." Devan stated as he walked away. He didn't wish for anyone to know where he was and it would stay like that.
"I won't be giving you any ideas. As long as you don't know where to find me, well then you consider yourself safer."

"When I want you, I'll find you, just make sure to have something better to offer than your corpse." He stated before finally turning a corner and heading deeper into the alleys.