Scene setting – The Park
co-written with Krystal
Razorbackwriter: The pleasant sound of bells ringing merged delightful clip clop of a pony’s hooves as a small horse and buggy came into sight. The driver was well dressed in a black top hat and flowing cape, who sat at the top of the driver’s seat, whilst in behind sat a well dressed young lady with a wide brimmed hat and her hands hidden within a small fur roll. One would think this young lass was simply enjoying a delightful ride in the park, as that is what appearances would suggest, however the young demon did not simply venture out on little rides like this without purpose behind it. Words and whispers had called in the wind that there was a change happening in Hell, and Lydia had already been listening into the minds of the weak to hear of the fall of a great one.
The driver cracked the whip and the pony brayed as it quickened its pace. The sharp clip clop of hooves getting closer to a target, but just who could it be. A gloved hand tugged on a small red ribbon which alerted the driver that the passenger had spotted her target.
“Right here will do, Jenkins.” A dark yet feminine voice called, as the buggy stopped just shy of Allister and Maya – who happened to be standing in amongst some dead trees and arguing by the looks of things. The driver stayed silent as Lydia opened the door to her buggy and gingerly stepped out. Dressed in a rather revealing red dress with a plunging neckline and long skirt, she gripped the edges of her dress and then trotted towards the pair. Noticing the male seemed to have trouble on his feet, Lydia asked.
“I just happened to be riding by and see you both. Poor chap looks unwell. Need a lift?” Lydia offered, gesturing for her buggy.
Krystal: Both Maya and Allister turned their eyes up to the woman who stopped. Maya looked at the woman, and then at the buggy. She pondered the ride for a moment, and then looked at Allister. “Do you need the ride?” she asked him. If he said yes, she’d go.
Allister was staring at the woman. He bit his lips and nodded quickly. “I think so, yyeah,” and with that, he hopped into the carriage. He wasn’t usually this fond of women; only when he’s drunk does he develop an eye for lovely curves. He sat down in the carriage, leaning back improperly, slouching. “So comfy, it’s pretty nice in heere,”he complimented the woman.
Maya wasn’t far after him. As she passed the woman, she nodded her head and quietly said “thank you for your kindness,” and sat down beside Allister, promptly straightening him up. She really, really hated taking him out drinking… He was always such a pain in the ass. She looked around the carriage, admiring it’s decoration and space. She adjusted her cloak to cover her legs, and took off her hood to reveal her face. She had short black hair, some of it falling in her face, and for once, her eyes were a soft shade of blue instead of a glowing red. One might almost mistake her for a human.
Razorbackwriter: Just like that, the couple happily accepted Lydia’s offer for a ride in her carriage. The demon of ambition wiggled her nose and did a little shoulder shake as she turned around to watch Allister enter the carriage first. Clear as day, Lydia could see that the poor chap was under the weather. Too much booze for one night. The carriage creaked and groaned slightly as Allister made himself at home inside the plush velvet surrounds – easing back ungraciously. Gosh, what a sight. Next was the female, who was quiet demure. Soft, perhaps. Or was that an act? All in good time everything would be revealed. Once the pair were safely inside and sitting together, Lydia climbed aboard and took her seat opposite the pair. She sat right smack bang in the middle of her seat and the door to the carriage snapped shut all of its own accord. Lydia reached back and rapped her knuckles on the wooden partition to alert the driver they were ready and with a crack of the whip, the carriage started off again.
Lydia preened at her skirt to let it fan out in full, then took a deep breath before saying in a saucy voice. “Now this, is how to travel. Ooh, how rude of me. Allow me to do introductions. I’m Lydia Dominatus, but you can call me Domi.” Lydia pressed her gloved hand to her rounded bosom that was practically busting out of her blood coloured dress. The Demoness noted that Maya had taken an interest in the interior of the spacious carriage and she winked at the girl as though trying to make her her new best friend. “Nice innit? It was a gift from a rather wealthy gentleman for my services.” The interior of the carriage was detailed with golden trim and blood red tassles on the curtains that were on the doors and back window. It was in stark contrast to the black exterior which was much more solemn.
Lydia’s attention in Maya grew when the girl let her hood fall back to reveal her short black hair and gorgeous blue eyes. So very attractive. The Demon now pulled out all the stops to make the pair comfortable. She reached into a basket that sat to her right and pulled out a small crushed velvet box and handed it to Maya.
“Turkish delight. Do try some. They are breath taking and so exotic.” If Maya opened the box, there would be twelve inside, all dusted with icing. Lydia didn’t forget Allister, she had something for him as well. A small silver flask of whiskey with the initial “M” on the side. She handed it to Allister with another wink. “I won’t tell if you won’t.” Lydia giggled.
Happy in herself, she then went for the kill.
“So…seen anything unusual this eve. A death perhaps?”