SWEET HUNGER (beelzebub/gluttony)

[SHANE DEVONTE ANUBIS]

(i'm still alive, but i'm barely breathing.)
j u s t p r a y i n g t o a g o d t h a t i d o n ' t b e l i e v e i n
Shane's feet trampled over the soft sands, his toes being pushed apart by the soft powder. He could feel metal miles beneath his feet, in case problems arised; a thing he usually would have accepted with open arms, but not today. He wanted to be alone for once, away from the cares of Ivory and the problems that always seemed to trouble it. So much new shit had happened in this past week; The scavenger hunt and being stuck with his brother and a girl, for who knows why, he fell in love with. The witch acting so strange lately, seeming nervous and actually scared for his precious little life. Then, of course, there was the fact that there was giant hole in the middle of the island. Now, the daimon had never had much common sense or always seemed to ignore that natural feeling of self-preservation, usually to get something he wanted and almost getting killed in the process, but for some reason he knew to stay away from that hole that seemed to capture the others curiousity. Part of him wanted to jump down there as well, but he refused to act on it.

Now, rumors were flying around the crowded island like crazy, and it seemed as if you couldn't turn your head without hearing something about scientists or some shit. Shane scoffed, because he wanted to stay as far away from it that someone stuck on an island could possibly do. Call it fear; he didn't care. It all sounded so stupid; he was sick of adventure, atleast for a good while.He could feel veins in his head thumping madly, and his brain felt constricted against his skull. Unsuprisingly, from what Ivory had decided to force on him as of late, he had began to develop migraines. His fingers rubbed against his temples at an effort to ease the pain, and he felt like just killing everything around him, but remebered the reason he came to this particular beach in the first place. The peaceful crashing on the waves, the soft white sand, the complete absence of danger, and devoid of people. Save for the last part, the place sickened him, no fun to be had whatsoever in such a safe place. But at the moment, it was the quietest place on the island. I guess everyone's in the mood for danger all of the sudden, he thought, and he attempted to block out thoughts of Pixie, and he hated how the girl seemed all he could think about for hours on end.

He shuffled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, which was dampened by dried blood and seawater. He'd found it on the ship not too long ago, and one of these days, he knew he'd use the thing. He took out a silver lighter, and the metal felt good against his hands as the flame flickered in the humid air, the light weakly dancing over the end of the stick before it caught fire in an orange ember. He was suprised he had never smoked before; atleast, not tobacco. It seemed strangely relaxing, but it still wasn't as good as weed or meth, but it was a good substitution at the moment as he struggled to keep his hands off his own "inventory". His stomach tiwsted round, and he felt sick as he took a long drag. It wasn't from the cigarette itself. He knew why; one of his siblings was near, and it was that starnge feeling he always got. The clean, neat smell that dragged through the air said Gluttony, and that only made hsi stomach pain him more.

His teeth clenched together, as the silver lighter melted in his hands into a dagger, and he spit out the cigarette onto the ground, smothering the firey embers with his feet. Veins popped out of his head and thudded steadily to the beat of his heart, as he awaited the arrival of his siter. Hissing, he wanted to kill the girl, just rip her apart with all the power he could muster with his muscles.

[LIZETTE RILEY THORN]

you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESIST
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Lizette’s hair dripped down her back as she walked out of the ocean water, stark naked, sand sticking in between her toes. It felt good, empowering, to swim. All of the water around her body, enveloping her. She hardly even had to kick; she could just pull the water around her and glide effortlessly. Especially in the night, closing her eyes and just feeling, and eliminating the other senses. It let her feel totally in control over herself and her surroundings, a feeling which she loved. Control made her feel more powerful. While she made others mad with overindulgence, she watched with a smug smile, pulling the puppet’s strings.

The island had been running amuck lately; first the ship crashing, and then the mysterious sinkhole that everyone seemed so keen to jump in and investigate. And now she heard that they were all missing. Not a single one had come back. She didn’t understand the pull of it. There was nothing too interesting with some big hole in the ground. Apparently some people just weren’t satisfied with their lives out here. She’d have to be sure to fix that for everyone else. She could make things here very interesting.

Lizette wrung her hair out behind her, feeling the small, sticky breeze wrap around her skin. Her clothes were lying in a small pile in the sand, far enough up to avoid getting soaked by the tide. She dressed herself, a little sad to have to get back into clothes. It made her feel like she was being contained. That wasn’t ideal. She started to walk down the beach, holding her sandals in hand. The sand was cold under her soles as she paced, the water rolling up every now and then to kiss her feet. After a few minutes, something called out to her, a familiar ping in the back of her mind that she got whenever she would get a visit from one of her siblings. It wasn’t difficult to determine who it was; her mind was filled with a surge of hate before she could even put a name to it. Mammon. Even in her mind she spat the name with disgust. She rounded the next smooth corner shaking her hand through her hair, leaving it in a damp, tousled mess around her head. And there he was.

”Brother,” she said, her tone disinterested. She noticed a silvery dagger glinting in his hand and raised a brow. He could be so predictable sometimes. She doubted he even had the nerve to actually stab her with it. She had hardly seen him while they’d been here; she avoided him for the most part, and she assumed he probably did the same. The last time she recalled even interacting with him had been at the witch’s festival, and the look from him that had been burned in her memory had been one of pleading. It had confused her then, but now, with that dagger in his hand, she saw it as a weakness. He was all a show of anger on the outside when underneath he seemed too confused about his feelings to have any real resolve about what he wanted to do. What was he going to do with that? ”Picked up another bad habit, I see,” she said with a nod at the half-buried cigarette butt at his foot. ”Those things could kill you, you know.” Wishful thinking. She knew they wouldn’t. There wasn’t much that could really kill them. If there were, one of the two of them would be dead by now.

”And I suppose you’re out here for the pretty view? How sensitive of you. I never figured you as the nature type, Mammon.” Her sarcasm hinted at her annoyance with him, though it was ongoing when it came to this sibling. Always playing the same games, over and over. She was bored of playing with an old dog. When would he finally learn something new? "Anyway..." Her eyes flickered once more to the blade he held. "Is there any special reason for this get together? Or is it the same old vague 'I hate you because I hate you' shit? If it is, please, don't waste my time."

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day or night, but I pictured nighttime.
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[SHANE DEVONTE ANUBIS]

(i'm still alive, but i'm barely breathing.)
j u s t p r a y i n g t o a g o d t h a t i d o n ' t b e l i e v e i n
Normally, people would have had other things to say if they spotted a girl swimming nude in the ocean, but the woman's face was all too familiar to Shane, and the only feeling he could msuter up was utter discontentment, not comfortable in her presence. He watched as she pulled herself up out of the water, her element, as her ebony hairs hung like thick, dripping tnedrils over her shoulders. It pained him to think of it, but out of all hsi siblings, they looked most alike, in a way; A simple human could mistake them for brother and sister, a fact Shane wasn't happy to acknowledge but grudgingly accepted. Their sins were so connected, their relationship could only be one thing or another; adoration, or hate. They seem to have taken that route, as his eyes narrowed into dark slits and he furrowed his brow, casting that familiar glare upon her.

Shane couldn't exactly put an exact date as to when their relationship souren, but it didn't matter anymore. The ahte ran to deep between them, as it burned like a roaring flame, to big and two out of control to put out; and it had already destroyed too many things to repair, so what was the point? As of late, though, he had to admit he'd held mixed feelings for his siter since the party, that little feeling of hope as he stared into her eyes and practically begged her for help. He wasn't sure how she felt for thsi, but her face spoke alot; But hell, she was worse than Deceit when it came to lying, and it was probably just another way to manipulate the boy. Not that it was a hard thing to do, and the simplest smile, tinted with unsincerity, could fool him. He wasn't too smart, and he knew that, but it was just something that couldn't be fixed about him. He'd never be crafty like his brothers or sisters, but atleast he had the gift of brute strength at his disposal. Though even that seemed to pale in comparison to Gluttony; He still haden't figured out what it was about her that made him feel so stupid, so weak, but the only thing that truly mattered was that it was there, and Shane didn't like it. With Tae Hyun, fighting was simple; Just trhowing a couple of punches, and trying time and time again to use their elements against eachother. But unfortunately for him, nothing was that starightforward with the daimon of gluttony. She wouldn't have that, now would she?

"Sister..", he hissed simply, kindness lacking in his voice. The dagger metled and pushed against his fingers, forming shiny, silver blades; Looking like sharp, long claws constructed of white steel. Though his element wasn't quite as fluid in movement as water was, it was useful in it's owl little ways, and he could melt it down as he wished. He tapped the sharp blades against his lips, scraping them aginst the rings that hung from them, and rubbing them against eachohter, alughin as he saw her ears practically curl inwards at the sound that he had grown so used to. Let's see you predict that, bitch. His eyes rolled along, in synch with her words, not really caring what she atcually said, since that was his reply long before she spoke up. "I don't want to hear your holier-than-thou shit, Liz.", he hissed. To be honest, he liked her fake name more than her real one, but it still felt weird to call her anything besides Beelzebub. Though he found no fear on her face, he'd like to think it was hidden behind her dark eyes. His eyes darkeneing, he knew she had more to say, so he waited.

A sarcastic laugh escaped his throat, hsi eeys rolling with it. "What are you here for, anyways?" Her next question suprised him though. He'd come hereto be alone, away form everyone and their fucking bullshit; Lizette was the last person he wanted to deal with at the moment. But she ahd a point, even then. He had grown tired of just sitting, waiting, letting the tension between them grow stronger with each passing days, yet sitting unresolved, a bothber that he could only push to the back of his mind. The fact that she was here was a stroke of luck, just a concidience - and he was glad she was, so this whole thing could be put to love, or at least one of them could say they won. He laughed. "Oh, but we have all the time in the world, don't we? Why nto waste a little?", he chuckled as his fists clenched tighter with each word. Control your temper. He simply awaited to see what the girl had to say, before he acted on any feelings.