Curiosity killed the cat.

The pouring rain covered the stranger as they approached him. Standing in front of him was a raven headed girl wearing a drenched, mangled school uniform that clung to her body. “You ok miss?”

"Must have been some hell of a party, if she's that hungover to be seen walking around in that kind of 'outfit.' Cosplay fetish perhaps?”

Given the situation, she looked worse for wear but then he realized, at what she was holding. The shimmer of a sharp blade, partially escaping its sheathe, was all he saw before fear attacked him. His body froze as it did when he lay in bed with Crimson and couldn’t move.

His mind demolished the idea that the girl was a sexy cosplayer and words were the only weapon left to him. “Listen, I've met my quota of crazy bitches this week so why don't you just tell me what you want and we can talk this out?”

The stranger raised her head to the boy’s voice and only added to his trouble as their eyes met. A sudden, soul-shattering chill came over him. He saw something else, something not human staring back at him. He was once again shaking, once again frightened. The stranger held the same serpent eyes of a demon, emitting their candle-like glow, which drew too many to their end.

“Blue?” Unable to comprehend what was going on any longer, Random said the first thing that came to mind when he fell into the Stranger’s glaze.

Ironically, he didn't think the 'feeling' part kicked in. The actual stab barely registered. Looking down. Seeing the blade. The hollow sound of its sheathe hitting the wet ground. Random felt an explosion of pain in their stomach. Time slowed to a crawl as he glanced down to see the silver blade carved into his insides, digging deeper as a crimson blush spread across their shirt. All achieved in a matter of seconds.

Random eyes budged at this sight. The pain increased tenfold. The blade pierced their stomach cleanly, but the exit was far from forgiving. Seconds passed before it finally pierced his back, puncturing their skin and released a geyser of blood. Screams of agony roar from the terrified boy’s lips.

Random took hold of the blade, wanting it out more than anything before his vision begun to fade and control of legs left him. Grabbing her shoulder for support, blood escaped his mouth as he desperately clung to a piece of material from his attacker's clothing. Random slumped down to the ground. The girl followed, his hand still clutched to the blade. It still buried in his gut. Random kicked out wildly, jarring the girl enough that she’d let go of the blade.

However her grasp remained as stone, she’d never release her grip on the handled. She grabbed the poor fool’s throat, lifting them to her gaze, pulling her victim's head left to right as if searching for something in his eyes.

Apart from her eyes burning as bright as the only other demon he knew, her face was rather cold with no expression.

Funny enough even in the moment of **** he could still enjoy the feeling of another. Her soft black hair pasted over their face, her cool breath against his skin. She reached his ear and whisper in a calculated voice. “Where is the other one? Hellspawn!” She twisted her blade every time he didn’t give her an answer.