#if i were silas i would have simply combusted

[tramaqueen]

❝ Come on, it’s the only way. ❞ - silas manipulating Faora into making her think he’s the safest way out of whatever situation but like he’s going to take her and merge their souls 🙂

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triggering mentions ;   death, murder, horror, violence, blood, etc.                                    please change any pronouns to your own liking or as you see fit !

This all started because simple satanic rituals didn’t feel like they were doing enough. Her pain from trauma still outweighed the pleasure granted by her sins on a rather large scale. Faora needed something grandiose to serve the dark side to balance things out. With the investigation of a serial killer on almost every news cast there were only so many blood/soul sacrifices she had to spare before police would start to catch up. So, she tested her luck with a summoning ritual in hopes that whoever answered her calling could fix the dilemma.

After a few chants, fire, and slicing her hand to bleed over herbs he suddenly appeared. Shock leaves her silent for a moment, blue hues wide and watching his every move. Faora was skeptical because he looked like every type of evil she was, only half relieved once he was kind enough to break the ice with his name. Hesitant to return the gesture when his hand reaches out to shake her hand; paranoia had her scared it was her signing a deal before they ever stated the terms. The name Silas rang from the spell, but her translations for the Latin rituals were spotty. Flipping through the book she saw the demon’s name on the page, but simply piecing together understood words with context clues wasn’t enough to read the intricacies of his history. If the murderess wasn’t running out of options, she would protest against working with someone she knew so little about. But because choices were clearly limited, her bloodied fingers go to wrap around his hand.

“I’m…Aurora…didn’t mean to interrupt whatever you had going in the great below. I just need more souls…more sin. You think you can do that for me?” She lies about her name to avoid getting caught up in a deal with her real one. Her heart starts to knock in her chest as he still held her hand from the shake even though she backed out of the summoning circle. “If we get hell overflowing, maybe you won’t even have room to go back.” Fae grins, then tugs him from his spawn place since he’d wouldn’t let her go.

She knew it’d come at a cost, but he doesn’t mention the price. Meanwhile she tries to make his time up top with her worth it. The things they did to people was morbid, vile, and what one would call soulless. Swooping in where people were praying for a lighter hearted solution; they’d appear to make things turn for the worse. Sending drug addicts off with the most painful overdoses by splitting open their veins. Stealing cash from flesh peddlers and luring them in to surprise them with their dead escorts before drugging then restraining them to cut off body parts. Tormenting those that thought they were on top until their dying breath. Killing in bigger numbers was everything wrong but made her feel right.

The last place they hit raised the stakes of course; a church wouldn’t be easy. Walking in they surprisingly didn’t combust into flames. Finding a seat in the back they waited for the right moment to set the main entrance on fire. “You think this will work? You think…they’ll make it to Satan although they’re on holy land?” Fae whispers with a chuckle before catching glance of him aggressively staring at the preacher. Pulling his shirt, her other hand grips his jaw to shift his attention back to her. “Didja hear me? –Let’s head back. Start the fireworks.” Taking his hand, the chaotic brunette leads him back to the bathroom right as the screams started to rumble through place of worship. There were no windows in the bathroom, so she circled around and ran to the back office, quickly locking the door behind them. “Fuck…what do we do?” The killer pouts as red and blue lights flash through the window they planned to use as an escape.

The sadistic look he gives her doesn’t help, he mentions a blood pact as the solution, knife already in hand. Claiming it’s the only way he could get them out. She doesn’t trust him one bit, but knows she owes him for making it this far. Being damned to where he resided, Faora could either prolong paying him back by running or take her chances and possibly make it out with him on good terms. He already seemed to decide for her, wincing as she watched him cut his own tongue. He walks up to squeeze her jaw; she knew it meant it was her turn. Slowly snaking her tongue out Fae whines at the slice over her taste buds. Tilting her chin up he drools a little blood in her mouth, then pulls her in for a kiss to mix their fluids. The lip lock almost got too carried away, starting to unbutton parts of her clothes before the front of the church collapsed, snapping their attention back to their surroundings. “…What now?!” Glancing at him in a panic, Fae hoped the exchange they just did wasn’t her signing her death certificate.

@allegxry

#allegxry #so long FOR WHAT?! #🤦🏾‍♀️ i hope its somewhat enjoyable tho lmao #tw gore #tw blood