You can run, but you can’t hide – SS



Scene setting :  Dark alley in Hell.

co-written with Artie.

 Intro of Raul 


Artie:  “And… fuck you, very much!” The words rolled off of Bandit’s slurred tongue, her lips pursing after a moment. Oh, she was drunk. Beyond so, by the quarter-full bottle of vodka that she held in her right hand. Not as though she was too concerned – she’d long since stopped drinking and her face was covered from below her eyes by a bandanna.. This was the Bandit, her persona.. her thieving.

None paid her mind, as they all knew Bandit and her ways. She was a hell of a thief. The girl would soon come to a stop next to a wall, pressing her back against the concrete and sliding down.. Her head gazed up at the sky, tilting back against the wall while a satisfied sigh slipped slowly through her lips.

It’d been.. what? Years since she’d gotten into this shit hole, but yet.. she’d always fit in well. At least it was better than Earth.. no one owned her here. And those who attempted got a short stab from her silver dagger.

Almost as though perking at the thought, she felt the cold of the metal increase on her skin. “What do you do with a drunken whaler..~” Bandit began to sing, pausing with the occasional hiccup, her slurred words loud and barely comprehensible..



Razorbackwriter:  Heavy panting, the solid footfalls of the great wolf as it raced through the plains of Hell in search of her. The one that had escaped his clutches on Earth, Raul had come to the very gates of hell to pursue his greatest prize. Oh how she had outwitted him so many years ago, but the wounds were as fresh as the day she scratched them down his chest. Howling loudly, the wolf continued on with its senses high to smell her out. Heaven was no place for a woman like Beatrix, otherwise known as Bandit. Hell….was far too perfect and as Raul had said, he was too good for Hell. – but here he was in the wolf form. Chasing…tracking…Hunting. Blazing red eyes shone out from a sea of black fur. Yellowed fangs piercing over his muzzle as clawed feet ripped through the earth easily, as it would do into her bare flesh if he caught her. Oh…but he would catch her. He had too. Revenge – the bitter taste was too sweet a temptation for the Warlock. Even if he never returned to the land of the living on Earth, he would have what was his. A deal struck with Lucifer was his key to finding her.



Darken the city, night is a wire
Steam in the subway, earth is a afire
Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo
Woman, you want me, give me a sign
And catch my breathing even closer behind
Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo

In touch with the ground
I’m on the hunt I’m after you
Smell like I sound, I’m lost in a crowd
And I’m hungry like the wolf
Straddle the line in discord and rhyme
I’m on the hunt I’m after you
Mouth is alive with juices like wine
And I’m hungry like the wolf

Stalked in the forest, too close to hide
I’ll be upon you by the moonlight side
Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo
High blood drumming on your skin, it’s so tight
You feel my heat, I’m just a moment behind
Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo

In touch with the ground
I’m on the hunt I’m after you
A scent and a sound, I’m lost and I’m found
And I’m hungry like the wolf
Strut on a line, it’s discord and rhyme
I howl and I whine, I’m after you
Mouth is alive, all running inside
And I’m hungry like the wolf

Hungry like the wolf
Hungry like the wolf
Hungry like the wolf

Burning the ground, I break from the crowd
I’m on the hunt, I’m after you
I smell like I sound, I’m lost and I’m found
And I’m hungry like the wolf
Strut on a line, it’s discord and rhyme
I’m on the hunt, I’m after you
Mouth is alive with juices like wine
And I’m hungry like the wolf

Turning a corner into the alleyway, he skidded to a stop. Heavy breath panting -the heated breath rising from his muzzle as he picked up on her scent. Yes…high with the smell of booze. SHE WAS HERE! A rippling of change occurring as the fur started to shed, and soon a man in a black long coat and pants, with leather boots and a large ornate jewel in his lapel was standing near the scattered boxes and bins. Long black hair flowed off his shoulders. A long scar ripped down his cheek, that was left from his last confrontation with the girl, before she met her fate. This night would be different. A gloved hand reached up to finger the groove that was forged into his skin with her blade. The memory almost sweet, as he licked his lips and tasted the air.

“Bandit…my girl.”

Never one to ever let his slaves go, she was the one he craved….the one he desired. Raul had seen inside her mind, and peeled her open like an onion. Raul loved what he saw. With a strut he continued along the alley, as her sweet voice filled the air.

“What do you do with a drunken whaler..~”

Raul continued the lyrics as though wishing to join her in song. His words however were dark and foreboding – In no way slurred.

….Earl-eye in the morning!




Artie:  “Way hey and up she rises~” Bandit returned to the voice, slowly moving her head to look over at the voice that continued on with her.. Immediately her grin would fade. That voice. It gave her chills down her spine, reminding her of nails scraping against a chalkboard.. How could she forget the voice that shouted words at her, that claimed her.. Immediately her hand would go to the place where he’d bitten her. Though the bite had long healed and nothing yet remained, she could still imagine it.. clear as day. Under her fingers, soft skin would greet her. Tender, still, from his very essence.. A chill ran from her spine as she remembered the tearing of her clothing, of the ripping of her dignity.. Even through her drunken state she knew this was not a favored situation to be in.. But at the same time, her flesh began to perk at his words, calling him in.. a terrible split of life.

“G-get away frommm.. me, you bastard.” The words slurred from her, though considerably less than before. Her bandanna hid her face, her expression underneath them a toothy snarl. Though the world blurred under her view, his approaching form blurred around the edges.. At this Bandit would get to her feet, taking the bottle as though a weapon and beginning to walk backwards.. “You seeeeee,” Her voice changed higher in pitch at the end of her word, to return again, “I’ve gotten rid of you in my mind.. So you can’t get me now, asshole.. You don’t.. own.. me… see, I sure showed you with my last little magic trick..” She would take her free index finger, pressing it to her own face where the scar would be on his, trailing her fingertip down it.. “But I’ve definitely.. marked you as mine..!” With this the little thief gave a grin, turning away from him and walking away further down the alley..

It took effort to keep her feet straight under her, listening to the slight scuffs of her usual silent gait.. the resounding noise of his own footsteps that seemed to be far but loud.. speedy but slow.. Oh, her ears betrayed her, her senses hindered by the wonderful drink of alcohol.. For a moment she seemed to lose her footing, stopping to lean against the wall for only a moment’s time as she recollected herself.. A groan.. “Aw.. fuck me..” She breathed the words, standing again and walking once more.. her steps were clumsy, loud.. The quiet background only made them worse.

It seemed that the cold concrete was considerably unforgiving in her search for silence, reflecting every breath.. every hiccup.. every scuff.. “What’s the man who’s too good for Hell doing in it? Haha..!” Bandit didn’t turn to look at him, raising a hand to the cloth that hid her face, tugging it down to reveal her so.. Her normally pouted lips twisted in a sadistic and drunken grin..

Through the years she had grown, her breasts a bit more shapely, her curves harder to suppress especially around her supple hips.. Her sandy hair went to her mid-back, cascading in waves but curled in a somewhat ringlet fashion at their tips.. Her eyes had become more narrow, her jaw a bit more prominent.. a more sultry look to her face, yet still the same in obvious attitude and manner..


Razorbackwriter:  ~Caught in a bad romance….~

The way that Bandit continued the song lyrics was comical till she realized just who her singing partner was. Not some drunken sailor from the local bar, but none other than her nemesis – her most hated enemy. The very edges of his lips twitched, before curling into a cruel and toothy smirks as he watched the grin fall away into a look of fear…Yes, he still had the ability to make her cringe and cower. Be it his voice or his scent. Either way, the long search was over and the two were about to face off. Only problem was that Bandit was ill prepared in her drunken stupor. Raul’s tongue slid from between his crimson lips and ran across the top of his lip as he watched her take her hand up to the place where he had bitten her. Oh the mark of ownership was faded but she could never erase the memory. Raul made sure of that. “Oh…you remember me.” Raul purred as she started to back up. The hair on the back of her neck was probably standing on end as his shadow now covered her – blocking out the light. Chemical changes would start to occur. Fear meeting the hot sickness of desire. “Surely you missed what we had. I have come to relight the fire of our passions.”

“G-get away frommm.. me, you bastard.”

“But…I came so far…my little bandit.” Those words, his pet name for her was said as though he sucking the air in between his teeth then exhaling with a touch of malice. Raul gripped on the edge of his right glove and tugged it on tight, while he started a long slow strut towards her. He was loving every minute of this new encounter. A long slow laugh erupted from the pit of his stomach and rippled up through his throat as he watched her back away. Bandit picked up a bottle as a weapon. That’s it? No knife this time? Was she going to try and ram the bottle into his face? He could almost taste the deliciousness of the situation. He got off on pain, or did she forget?

“I’ve gotten rid of you in my mind.. So you can’t get me now, asshole.. You don’t.. own.. me… see, I sure showed you with my last little magic trick..”

“No…no. and…No. I am STILL in your mind….I …CAN get you…and my beauty, your last magic trick left me burning with an aching need to reciprocate the same unto you.” Her actions spoke louder than words ever could. “But I’ve definitely.. marked you as mine..!”

Marked as hers? Again, Raul would let out a roar of laughter. “If that is the case, sweet little bandit…than we belong…to each other. For eternity.”

Bandit turned her back, and this was when the fun really began. Her shuffling and bold attempt to walk from him was as comical as it was pointless. He could outrun, out walk and outwit her. But this was just too much fun. Let her believe she could simply turn her back on him. The gall of her self belief she was better than him.

As she continued to walk, he stared at her rear and then wolf whistled…long and loud.

“You have filled out nicely. Such…ripe full breasts and an ass I intend to fuck hard.” Raul’s pace increased as he started after her now. His chest rising and falling, as the awakening need to claim her again was now filling his mind….and his pants.

“As for hell being too good…I decided to wallow in the same gutter as you, my sweet little bandit. I want to taste your dirty….”




It’s a brand new day – SS.

Scene setting : Greed Castle.

co-written with Dessy.


Dessy:  Mariela noticed the woman grow pale, but she didn’t have to say anything. Lydia already knew. She moved out of the way as Lydia grabbed Scar and tossed him across the room, watching Scar’s body fly before she turned to Lydia as she helped the librarian, a hand going up to her chest in a panic. “Lydia specifically mentioned that you could demonstrate as long as you did not kill her.. That were her words.” Mariela spoke, clasping her hands in front of her. “That was a good demonstration.. But try to follow Lydia’s orders next time.” she said with a nod of her head. She seemed to be a good person to be at the hand of the new Princess. Stern enough to get the point across, very loyal to where she obeyed orders or rules even if she disagreed, but nice enough to not want to harm anyone, and also willing to put in her opinion if she feels it’s necessary or needed.

She followed Lydia out of the library, before turning to Scar. “I was.. intrigued. Meaning I wanted to see what you were going to do. But I didn’t enjoy it… at least not once you almost killed her.” she then answered. “If there’s one thing I don’t enjoy doing or watching.. it’s almost killing someone. I’ve only killed one person.. ever. I don’t plan on doing it again.” she spoke, turning to look at Lydia. “What now?” she asked, waiting to see what plans Lydia had next. Mariela was definitely a keeper, that’s for sure.


Razorbackwriter:  “Mariela…trust me when I say this. I…hate killing people. I do…I really do.” This is what she said as she swanned out of the library, with Scar scurrying after them. He was sniffing the air like a blood hound as though he could smell something out of the ordinary….but what? Lydia’s skirt swayed gently as she walked, and she drummed her gloved fingers in front of her like she was ….plotting. Oh butter would not melt in her mouth to look at her. Ever pleasant and gentle. Mariela asked…“What now?” That was a good question. The war was still raging over in Wrath, for it was quite clear to still hear the loud rumble of explosions and feel the earth tremors.

“Wait for a sign, I guess.”

The trio walked into the main hall, and that was when….it happened. A large crack of lightning and then from the ceiling dropped….Mammon’s soul collector blade. It whistled and cried as it fell only to be caught by the handle by a startled Lydia.

“Er…..okay. I think….this is the sign.” Lydia twirled the sword around, the blade crying and weeping as it did so. Enough to make you want to cover your ears with your hands to block out the sound. “This was Mammon’s!” Lydia squealed, and then with a renewed bounce in her step, she spun around to Mariela and to see the look on her face, it was one of shock and surprise. Her chest was rising and falling fast as she became more and more excited. If Mammon lost his sword then….then….

The doors to the Main hall burst open, and in strode the Beserker armor. The dull clank of its foot falls would cause all to look in it’s direction. It was covered in blood, guts and it looked like it had been in a fire. But the further it got into the Greed hall, the nasty goo started to evaporate as though the armor was eating it from the inside. When it reached a spot before Lydia, it then bent down on one knee. Lydia held her hand back to protect Mariela, unsure if the Prince was inside the armor or not. She took two steps forward, and then she heard the dark harrowing sound of the armor speaking.

DEah-fe-ra deeay-jaeae seewae HA-lueay-fe-peaezz ah-bae RA-luaeae-kuk!”

(translation : “Long live the Princess of Greed!”)

Slowly Lydia raised her head as she felt the swell of power reach her and from above the rooftop opened as a sudden blast of power rocketed down and engulfed the Princess of Ambition. A fire blessing that came as her former Lord, Mammon had passed on into the next life. Lydia was the new Princess of Greed. Her arms were outstretched as she accepted the powerful change in her being, her voice ringing out from the orange and red glow around her body.

“It’s a brand new day!
I’ve got no remorse
Now the water’s rising but I know the course
I’m gonna shock the world
Gonna Show Bad Horse
It’s a Brand New Day!”




Dessy:  Mariela gave a nod of her head when Lydia said she hated killing people as well. Mariela could hear the explosions and sound from battle, clearly from the war still going on at Wrath. “A sign. Okay.” she said, taking a deep breath. Mariela had jumped backwards as the sword fell into Lydia’s hands, her hood falling back, and squinting her eyes to try and get a closer look. Once Lydia turned around, Mariela could see the shock on Lydia’s face as she announced that it was Mammon’s sword. “Does that mean-“she started with wide eyes, before hearing what sounded like armor come through the door. She looked up to see the Berserker armor walk in and towards them, kneeling down in front of Lydia. She was pushed back as Lydia held a hand in front of her, in what Mariela guessed was to protect her. When Lydia became engulfed by the power, Mariela stepped back and held a hand over her eyes, covering them from the bright light of the power. She looked around to make sure Scar was close by and not to close to Lydia and what was happening to her. She then watched Lydia, continuing to shield her eyes from the light.


Razorbackwriter:  As the power was absorbed into the former Demoness of Ambition, she let out a giggle, then a laugh before turning around to Mariela. A wide smile on her face. “It’s over. The war. Well, for us anyways.” Yes, you could still hear the rumbling of the war at Wrath but it was safe to say it was in its death throes. Mammon had fallen. Just….as Lydia had planned. Of course, she didn’t seem to be to worried about Mammon till she remembered herself.

“We should take a moment. To reflect on the great Demon of Greed. A minute should do.” she said with a slight wave of her hand. As the castle fell into silence, Lydia looked all pouty, and even took a kercheif and dabbed her eyes as though she was genuinely upset. But no sooner had the minute finished, she was beaming once more.

“He died the way he would have wanted too. Horribly.” Lydia said softly, before then reaching for Mariela’s hand. She stared into the girl’s eyes and then gave her hand a pat. “Everything is going to be okay. You’ll see. Why I am sure there are going to be messengers and such from the other realms wanting to know what is happening here at Greed.”

That was something Lydia was sure about.

“How does breakfast sound?”