A late night drink [Meto] NC-17

This boredom had Tsuzuku feeling like he was about to climb out of his skin and go berserk on whatever innocent bystander happened to be near. He'd cleaned and framed up his entire collection only to be left with nothing else to do now. He needed to socialize, though it might kill him in the process.

Jacket slipping off his shoulders slowly as he made his way down the street, heels clicking against the pavement with a steady rhythm. Left. Right. Left. Over and over again as his eyes scanned the people, the demons he passed. No one interesting or worth while. Next. What was next? His attention lifted to the signs above the buildings, displaying what one place was. A bar ahead called out to his attention, pulling him in without hesitation. He headed up to the bar and called out an order for an irish trash can, intending to at least somewhat dull the edge of boredom sawing away at the back of his head.

Of course his brother needed to socialize. Spending ANY amount of time with the tiny terror would make anyone want to rip their own skin from their scalp. With the small amount of time he had spent on the surface, he began piercing up his mortal body, tattooing it, making it nearly broken into pieces and mending them just to cure boredom and work on his healing processes just in case he ran into one of those accursed disgusting angels.

When Belial awoke, Baal was gone, and it left the small demon to throw one of his fits. It was glorious. He was going to make the apartment as messy as possible and leave it for Baal when he returns. Serves him right for leaving him behind. Walking out into the back alley, and in only a pair of multi colored tights, he grabbed a bum by his hair, knocking him unconcieous and tugging him up the stairs. Since he was asleep (or rather knocked out), he began ripping into the male, watching the blood splatter as the body shuddered in shock, twitching in random ways as he laid on the floor in a blood, flesh and bone bag of mortality.

Now it was time to find his brother. Following that scent, he had on a black leather jacket, his chest bare and a pair of black denim shorts which were two sizes too large for him, a pyramid belt holding up his shorts...with a bit of the blood splatter left on his chest. He didn't bother to clean himself up. Once he found the place his brother was by energy and scent, he smirked, pushing the doors open and plopped down beside Tsuzuku, wriggling in the seat. "FLAMING JEW PLEASE!" he cackled, ordering the drink in a rather obnoxious mannerism, quite pleased that the other patrons simply glared in his direction. "So, brother, why did you leave me behind?" his eyes batted as he grinned, his sharp teeth staring his brother in the face in a....loving....threatening way.

Tsuzuku was all too nonplussed when the other turned up out of the blue, not even bothering to offer him a look as he downed his first drink, somehow finding the mixture soothing despite the situation. "Hmm, maybe because you take forever and I'm not a patient man? Or maybe because...I just didn't give a fuck. Have your pick." He hummed out, finally looking over at the other.

"I swear, you're like a lost little puppy searching for a teat to suckle on sometimes. Though I suppose it isn't even sometimes, it's all the time. Our darling lost little puppy." He mocked, skimming a finger under the others chin lightly before grabbing it and yanking the others head downward, slamming it into the counter hard enough to make the wood splinter and whine with displeasure. "I hope you didn't draw too much human attention to our apartment. I don't want my faces tampered with."

As his drink was served to him with a glare by the bartender, Belial downed his drink which was literally flaming, belching as a tiny flame expelled from his.lips, licking over them. "I like sucking tits. And ripping them off." his head staying still as his brother yabbered on, lifting his head as his chin was caressed........then grabbed, slammed to the bar top.

Nothing he couldn't fix or get used to but it fucking hurt. It hurt damned good. With a purr, he lifted his bloodied forehead from the wood with a crunch, his forehead with a nice indention, which cracked his skull - however - it filled out again in front of the humans there, the blood drying up but for a couple drops on his lip that he licked away with that black forked tongue. He didn't care who saw it all. Not in the least.

"Oh shut the fuck up, gorgeous egotist. He's....simply taken apart. He was some unknown bum anyhow. He'll be fun to play with when we get home." he smiled, Belial brought corpses home for he and his brother to play with like a cat bringing a gift to it's Master.

Tsuzuku twitched at the very thought of some unknown stranger anywhere near his precious treasure, causing him to involuntarily stand. Anger swelled off him in tides as he looked down at the other. "If you continue insisting on bringing dirty things near my possessions, I may need to take counter measures. I know that sounds like a thrill to you now but I'll make it the most dreadfully boring thing you've ever experienced." he warned, moving away from his seat.

"Come on, I have things to do and places to be now that the hour is arriving." He chimed, fixing his clothes as others stared on, teeth slowly baring in threat as he left the bar in a leisurely stroll and headed out into the stale bitter air. "There's rumors that religious god fearing people have been spotted around here. I was hoping to find one tonight."

Rubbing his forehead and looking across the bar at the mirror behind the bottles, he made sure that the.body he was in had fixed properly, grinning wide and proud at the fact he healed over without issues...all while Baal stood up all in arms and pissy. Rolling his eyes and sighing, he picked up his shot glass and threw it at the bartender's feet, causing him to dance a little, making Belial crack up a bit.

Clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth, he followed his brother out of the establishment loyally, tilting his head. "I was careful of your precious items, you asshole. I would never harm your faces." his lips smirked lightly as he leaned over Baal's shoulder. "I'd ruin your face for free." his wicked little voice trembling in thought. Oh the things he would allow his brother to do to him. "They're still around in this era? What they have nothing better to do? I unno, TSUZUKU..." emphasizing his mortal name with a chuckle, "I'd prefer the second coming fanatics. They're so fun to fuck with...and skull fuck."

Tsuzuku moved his hand to the back of the others head, pushing it down a bit. "You would too if you were looking for a beating, which is always." He grumbled out, twisting his fingers up in the hair in reach and pulling on it almost enough to pull the hair out. "These human forms are rather frustrating.."

It was then he came to a stop, tilting the others head back roughly. "If you weren't my brother, I'd skin you alive, let you heal up and repeat and stuff the skins into beings far more frightening than you." He breathed, letting go of him though when he heard a murmuring. "Ah..fresh meat." He said, letting go of the other slowly. "Looks like you'll get to skull fuck someone tonight."

His hair pulled and tugged only caused the Prince to purr loudly and inhumanly, his black forked tongue flicking out to lick over his lips. "Careful, it's hard to fucking walk with a stiff dick, asshole." the comment of humans being frustrating creating a bellowing laughter to roll from his chest. "Humans are weak. They believe in a God that is an invisible force and unheard of, their 'bible' a written fiction to scare little boys and girls to bed. Weak weak WEAK." he spat out with a growl in his throat. "Lucifer believed love to be a weakness and a strength, but he is a fool too." smirking lightly as he leaned over, his eyes snapping to the pair of humans before them, his tongue lashing at Baal's neck. "They fear so much, I can taste it."

The one thing that Belial was well know for, devouring those in fear and fear itself, the very emotion something that was delicious to his palette, a delicacy to be point blank. As he was released, that dark hair in a tangled mass fell against his chest and back, his fully black hues settling on the female mortal as she turned her head to stare at the pair. Her eyes spoke volumes as she stepped back, shuddering as she gripped her bible against her chest, her hair stringy and clothing dingy as if she hadn't had a bath in weeks. Exactly Belial's favorite. The filthy, the dirty, the unclean. "I'll take the female, you take the male, you can have the faces, I just want their souls." his voice lowering into dual tones with a soft cackling breath escaping him.

"Good, I hope you suffer the whole way home." He smirked a bit before turning all his attention to the people ahead of them. "Don't damage their eyes. Hers especially. They shine with fear beautifully." He hummed, chuckling a little. He stepped forward, not bothering to wait for the other. "Hmmm, perfect. Fear makes it more fun. Shall we give them a bit of a running start or just finish this quickly?"

Despite what he said, he didn't intend to let them run far. Where they were was perfect. Dark, secluded for the most part, and he wouldn't be interrupted while removing the faces and eyes. Nothing got to him more than doing a rush job. "Ahh...theyre going to be such lovely additions to the collection..I'm getting excited."

He didn't even give his brother a chance to finish before the humans took another step back. Belial's form shifted into his natural figure, a serpentine body and spider legs erupting from his lower back where scales met flaking flesh, his skin taking on an ashen hue with cold blue dead lips, those eyes remaining the same, his long black hair stringy and filthy as those dual ram horns erupted from his skull, that sickening crunch of bone shifting with each movement of his shift. That long black tongue flashing out with an extended hiss and a wide grin that stretched literally from ear to ear and those glistening shark-like teeth bared...he flashed forward, grasping the female with the long claws, extensions of mortal hands that turned into twisted bony spikes as fingertips, deadly points and black at the ends....gripping the woman's flesh and digging into her ribcage.

She began to scream but he leaned in and hushed her quietly, one centimeter from her face as his claws dug in through her silence, that fear gripping her in paralysis while that beautiful cracking sound of destroyed bones came as her ribs collapsed, pricking her lungs and deflating them. Her eyes rolled back into her head and fluttered shut, her body twitching in shock as it fell limp in his hands. Her shirt ripped apart and falling off her shoulder as her shoe fell to the concrete, urine escaping her and down her leg as her lifeless body turned into a corpse.

"You have your chance of taking her eyes and face now, Baal." he spoke in a completely different tone - his natural voice - low in pitch and scattered with the voices of souls he had collected through eons. Leaning over her face, he parted those frightening cracked and bleeding lips, exhaling fast and inhaling slowly, a dark cloud, like a mist being pulled from her own gaping gob as it was pulled into his own body, taking her soul into his and collecting yet another into his system.

Tsuzuku gave a low chuckle, amused by the others excitement before following after the other, giving the other plenty of headway as he let the man run a bit before he gave a full out sprint, grabbing the man around the middle before throwing him into the cement wall nearby. The rubble gave way under the force, crumbling and falling with the man as his body fell forward out of it and onto the ground.

His attention turned back to Meto however as the words reached his ears, glancing at the body to make for certain that the body wasn't going anyway before walking over to the other, arm convulsing and changing shape, the sounds similar to that of when his brother changed. He grabbed her hair and tilted her head before swinging an arm down and snapping the bones in the neck, pulling taunt at the same time and causing her head to jump away from the body with a sickening pop, the tongue still hanging attached to the neck as he stepped away.

"I'll let you have the remains when I'm done with her face." He said quietly, going over to the mans body and doing the same thing, pleased with the lack of resistance this one put up due to most of his bones being shattered already. "Come get your soul before it runs off, brother."

Sliding over to the beheaded male, glaring at his brother with those empty hues, his words spitting out like venom through multiple tones. "I need the mouth, Baal. Otherwise it is slightly complicated." His clawed hand grasping the brittle chest of the male, digging his claws from both hands inside, and ripping his chest cavity apart. Leaning in with that serpentine body, the spider legs reaching around and feeling over the corpse, lightly tapping it as those tips became covered in blood.

"Aaah there you are..." those hues focused on the torso, opening his mouth wide, exhaling hard as he began pulling in a breath, sucking in that mortified mist of a soul, fear still stuck to it like a delicacy. Once he finished pulling it in, his forked tongue snapped out, grasping the heart and tugging, the arteries and veins still holding it as if not surrendering. A snap of his jaws took care of that as he devoured the heart whole, raising his head and letting it slide down his throat. Soon enough, that was completed and he had to disperse the corpses, get rid of them.

Those spindly legs began wrapping around that male body, a liquid black in hue covering it and disentigrating it like acid, becoming nothing but a puddle like oil on the concrete. Mirroring those actions with the female, it was completed, and his body shifted once more to his most human form, staring at the heads in his brother's hands. "Need I remind you we are on top, mortals can see that clearly, panic would ensue, there go your precious faces and eyes." He smirked after those words, waving a hand towards the heads, leaving the illusion that they were nothing but shopping bags.

"Hmm, oh you're right but the whole thing is...I don't care. You can deal with the complications." He smiled, wicked and menacing, teeth showing nothing but threat as he hummed, moving out of the way for the other to play with the corpses as he pleased.

He checked over the skin, clicking his tongue in displeasure over a few old marring scars that laid in the skin. "Oh well, nothing a bit of touching up wont fix.." he hummed, affixing his hold on the hair of the heads as liquids oozed out from them, dripping onto the pavement like the ticking of a clock as he waited for Belial to finish up his little snack.

He was about to oppose before pursing his lips together, looking at the other with mild disdain. "Here I was going to let you play a little more and find a body you could do with as you pleased. But since you insist on ruining my fun, then I will ruin yours~ Now, I'm returning home, whether you come with is your choice."

A wicked little grin spread over the tiny male's face, menacing yet....almost adorable in a sense as his hands latched together behind his back, humming to himself as he followed his brother happily and on his heels. "Ohhh come on, they are still the same, they just look like bags to humans, silly demon.~" his voice playful in tone as he stepped along with Baal's own footsteps and behind him, like a lost puppy behind his Master. Much to his brother's disdain there was a pretty new mess in the apartment that he had left behind, a little gift for Tsuzuku to find for leaving Belial behind. Whether or not he could use the face on the filthy scumbag of bones or not, it would be lovely to play in once they arrived and his brother placed the new skins in their homes. Oh, nothing was out of place, the little trophies of his brother's were still kept and in place, unharmed. Just...a lovely little (rather huge) body to take care of when they returned. Belial loved the scent of rotting flesh, it made him feel like home.

"Youre such a bloody pest all the time, this is why I leave you at home instead of taking you out on my nightly walks." he retorted, unlocking the door as they headed inside, no amount off control hiding his irritation over the mess the other had made of the place and moving to kicking aside most of it before making his way to the back room. "I change my mind, you aren't allowed any of the skulls now. You can make do with their bodies." He said moodily, putting the heads in the tub to let them soak before moving to clean up some of the mess that Belial had made. "I swear, it doesn't matter that I'm a fucking demon prince. Living with you leaves me reduced to a god damn hand maid or some shit and it makes me want to rip your balls off and feed them to lower level demons."