Twisted Minds~{BurningDread+Desi}
 

Name: Grifyth Kulvile
Age: 235 (23)
Race: Fallen Angel
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Grifyth Kulvile had been your typical angel. He spent time on Earth, guiding lost souls down the right path. This had gone for many of his 235 years of existence though he appeared to be no older than 23. One fateful night 75 years prior to this night, a vulnerable human called out to him, pledging and begging for help. As Grifyth went to help the woman, he was attacked by a demon who used the woman as bait. Having to choose between his life or the that of the demon's and woman's, the raven haired angel dispatched both with a single bullet of his trusted revolver. A gift from his mentor, the sterling silver gun would be the key to Grifyth's fall.

The taste of the blood and overwhelming rush of murder intoxicated him. Taking his weapon that was still warm, he went on a killing spree. News spread from Earth to the very gates and ears of Heaven. His mentor, an archangel who knew that Grifyth had potential to become one of the highest circle, was displeased by this and went down to Earth to stop his student from the destruction of his soul. But it was too late and when he arrived, Grifyth had realized the threat that came from his mentor. When his mentor had seen the pools of evil welling in Grifyth's blue eyes, he went to take him down. The fight lasted only minutes but to the angelic spectators who followed the archangel, it was a lifetime before Grifyth was the last one standing. Saying a quick prayer when he came to his senses, Grifyth flew off.

Years later, Grifyth still hungered for the thrill of the kill and his appearance altered with every victim. His blue eyes had turned to a dark cold gray and his pure white wings had molted, now ebony black and crimson red feathers spread out when he takes to the skies. This night, he walked the lone street with an eye out for someone weak. He preferred to take out humans similar to the one from that night and any angels who thought they could take him on.

Grifyth turned around when he heard the voice laced with mischief. In front of him now was a blond female demon. Scowling, his hand reached for the cold metal of his gun. "Would you prefer that I thirst for something else?" He remarked, grinning slyly. He hoped that she would take a hint and back off. He let his eyes linger on her body and he hated to admit that she looked good. For a demon. One that apparently was hoping to do something to him.

Before letting her answer, he turned around abruptly and began walking away. He knew that the chances of her following him were good and that he was a bit foolish in turning his back on her. But he was in the mood to play cat and mouse. But which one of us should be the predator? He mused to himself.

Grifyth chuckled as she called him a "downer" and he knew that she was following him. But he didn't expect her to be so close, practically nibbling on his ear. He smirked as he turned around, bringing her lips close to his. Pulling her even closer, his lips crushed hers roughly. Holding her there for a good minute or so, he released her as quickly as he had pulled her close.

"I bet you enjoyed that." He remarked cockily. He did like the taste of her lips, the powerful demon and subtle woman taste. But he wasn't going to let her get what she wanted so easily. Tapping the tip of her nose with his left index finger, he went back to walking away. "You can follow if you want. But I warn you... I might not look like it but I do bite. And very hard."

"Is there a type that you don't like?" Grifyth said, not pausing for her to answer. Since she was "attached" to him, he decided to lead her to a nicer secluded spot. One with enough room for whatever he might plan to do to her. He entertained the thought of shooting her but dismissed it for now. She seemed to be fairly harmless and he was having a bit more fun with this demon named Evalyn.

"Name's Grifyth." He answered. He stopped long enough to allow a human couple to cross his path before continuing on. He used the shadows to stay well hidden as he got closer to an abandoned warehouse. "Now, I hope you like to get dirty. As this place isn't the Royale Castel hotel."

Once inside, he pulled her off of him and looked her over. "Eva, what should I do to you?" Grifyth asked wickedly. There was some sexual tension in the air but it wasn't what he had in mind. The thought of torturing her seemed like a perfect idea. Just need to think of how to do it... He thought to himself. As he prepared himself to bound her with some rope that he always kept nearby, the sound of a cell phone went off. Grumbling, he pulled the phone from his pocket and answered it.

"What the hell do you want now?" He fumed to the caller. One of very few humans he dealt with, a woman named Sara that gained his friendship only because of how persistent she was to have her life ended, was on the other end. She spoke calmly as she asked if he could come over and do a favor for her. He said he'd be over later on and hung up on her. "Now, where was I? Oh yes... I want to make sure you can't leave this place until I'm done with you." He remarked with a sly grin.

"You make this too easy for me." Grifyth said with a frown. He wanted some kind of fight and here she was: being compliant. It just wouldn't do. He turned around after tossing her the rope. Walking out the same entrance they came in, he made a remark. "Next time, try to be a little more feisty."

He walked roughly twenty feet away before taking flight in the direction of Sara's home. When he arrived there moments later, he saw that she was moping around her living room. "What's going on?" He asked, knowing by the tears that were streaming down her face. The new boyfriend of hers had ran out on Sara. Grifyth frowned, not because of the deed but because Sara thought to bother him with this. "You know that I don't give a damn what troubles you have."

"I know..." Sara meekly answered. "But I had no one else to talk to." Handing her a tissue from his pocket, he promised to find the guy. As he made his way through the town, Grifyth's mind wandered to the demon he left in the warehouse and what she was doing. He hated how he got his hopes up in thinking she would provide for a good time.

Grifyth was in mid-flight when he saw Eva. Of course, she appeared to have not noticed him. The pent up energy he still had from before came rushing back and before he knew it, he was diving down closer to her. As he closed in, he grabbed her by the waist and pinned her against the brick wall of the nearby building. "How lucky am I that the only thing in my mind happened to be right here." He roughly whispered into her ear. "I must say that regardless of how easy or hard you make this, I will have some fun with you."

Holding her still, he pondered if he should take her back to the warehouse or his place. The warehouse would be the safe bet as she wouldn't know where he lived but at his place, they would be on his home turf. He had many items and restraints in his house that he could use as he always loved to torture most humans that he picked out to kill. With a demon, it would be a little harder to kill. And nevermind the fact, he wanted to keep this one alive. At least for a little while.

Grifyth scowled as she rambled on. He forced his lips against hers in an attempt to shut her up. As he did so, he took her towards his place. As they got close he released his lips from hers. "Do you always have to be so dramatic?" He asked, becoming a little impatient with her. He hated when women assumed that he thought they were boring. Yes, majority of them were less fun that watching paint dry. But he never told them upfront. And he didn't really think Eva was going to be boring. He could feel her energy levels and they were too high for her to be boring.

When they arrived at the small ranch house miles from any other living soul, he let her go before opening the door. Shoving her somewhat inside, he forced her towards the living room. In the closest left corner was a table covered with weapons of all sorts. There was a black leather couch facing a big flatscreen TV and the room had other forms of torture devices littering the room. "Home sweet home. Since you are my guest, I'll allow you to pick what we do first. Also to show that I don't think you are boring." He replied with a wicked grin.

Grifyth snickered as she leaned against the arm of the couch. "I was hoping for an answer like that." He quickly pulled out some black and red ribbons, tying her hands together and starting at her feet. He paused for a moment, wondering if she liked to be fully tied up. While he didn't really want to make her comfortable, he didn't want to do the wrong thing. He decided to loosely tie her legs together and as his eyes scanned over her body, he licked his lips.

"Tell me something about you." He asked politely, as he walked around the couch with the girl on it. He was looking around for something to use; a whip, blade, or even something as gentle as a feather. He closed the curtains and dimmed the lights after lighting a few candles. "I hope you do might that I have a small ritual that I follow before I... play with my guests. Last one didn't understand why I felt the need to create a somewhat sensual setting or how 'an angel could be so unholy.' Humans sickened me like that. Thinking that everything is black and white." Grifyth fumed slightly, remembering a few weeks ago when he had brought a young man to his place and murdered him. If the guy had remained silent, Grifyth was going to let him go with just a few deep lashes and maybe a broken bone.

Grifyth paused as he listened to her talk. He could see that she either had years of practice with lying about her feelings or she really didn't give a damn over her family. "I see. Your parents... They were humans, no?" He asked, slowly making his way to her. He gently tugged on one of his black feathers that had a red glint to it when the candle light flickered. Sitting next to her, he used the tip of the feather to trace some of the curves on her body.

"Family is over rated. None that I have seen when I was an angel seemed to care anything more that what their greedy hands could reach." He remarked flatly. It bothered him some that he had no family or that if he had one before he was an angel. No one cared to inform him if he was "miraculously" created or if he was one of the few lucky humans that were given wings upon their death.

"So, you prefer the company of fallens and demons over humans?" Grifyth asked, stopping slightly where the dress ended and her thighs showed. He dropped the feather on the floor next to him before lifting her up slightly to pull the dress down. "Can't have you getting a cold now." He smoothed the fabric down as he gently lowered her. His eyes greedily absorbed every inch of her before he stood up and turned his back to the tied out woman lying on his couch.

"Killing you would be very easy, you know." He remarked. He didn't want to do something like that. In fact, he had other ideas. "I rather slowly torture you though. Build up those hormones to the point of ecstasy and then leave you be." He turned to face her, a cocky grin on his face. "I wonder how you'd be if I did that a few times..." He mused.