Post by viktor dark on Apr 29, 2009 13:47:32 GMT -8
This was not part of the plan. It seemed like everything Viktor did now wasn't part of the 'intended' plan. By the Devil's beard he didn't know what the intended plan was. When he had been younger and newly created to the world it had seemed like every action he took was leading him to the completeion of the 'plan'. Getting all the horsemen together and destory the capital building and Hevanna had all been part of the plan.
Now that that had been completed, there was no plan. Nobody seemed to have any idea what to do anymore. The demons were happy, wasting their enteral lives on slaves and fighting amongst themselves. And all was quiet on the Resistance end of things. Nary a peep had come out of them since the first few weeks of this new life. From his position, VIktor could tell that they were binding their time to strike. Until that time, and if that time ever came there was still no ultimate plan. The horseman had no purpose right now.
As Viktor walked down the broken streets of Hevanna, the few lesser demons he say shied out of his way. For some reason his temper was rather high this afternoon and he had already abliterated more than a few lesser mutts that had gotten in his way. Sometimes they sickened him. All they cared about was fucking and drinking. They barely did anything in helping take over this God Forsaken City. No they had waited for the take over to be complete and then politely moved in, acting as if they were the ones that had brought it crumbling to it's knees. Bits of demon flesh covered his dark jacket as he aimlessly walked.
He needed to tear something apart. He need to get rid of the tension that lay inbetween his shoulder blades. He needed to hear screams and the sounds of painful pleasure. The dark horseman needed to fuck something. As sad as that sounded it was all the horsemen were good for right now. Sometimes it felt like they were nothing more than trained animals, waiting for their master to unleash them unpon the world. until that time came, they spent most of their time looking for the resistance or finding other ways to ammuse themselves.
Of course he would have usually gone to Jamie for this sort of thing. The kyrptonian was the only horseman that could get Viktor anywhere near his release, but the younger man was just too.... hard. No matter what Viktor did to him his skin never darken slightly or got damaged. In the morning it was usually Viktor that was hurting, and that was something that he didn't particularly enjoy. no he needed something that would squirm and try to force Viktor off of them. He needed a human or a mutant.
Knowing where he was going, Viktor looked up, the hood of his jacket covering his face against the heavy rain that poured from the dark sky. Too bad there weren't any angels around. A nice angel would have done the trick properlly, but there had been a serious lack in those so far. Maybe he could find himself a winged mutant instead? Like Tanner... or his son Cameron. A grin on Viktor's face, he pushed open the door to the old Cinema and pulled the hood off of his face, brushing the wet hair out of his eyes.
His pointed boots could be heard, echoing through the semi ruined building as he made his way through the place. If he was lucky, he could find a theater that happened to house a few people. Viktor hadn't been here in a few months so he was sure that he would find someone hiding here. Sure enough, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a dark shape dart out from behind a pilliar. If luck was in his favor today, this person wouldn't know who he was as most of the resistance members didn't. It was the leaders or the humans and mutants living in the city he had to worry about. Smirking Viktor turned and putting on his best impression something other than what he was, Viktor held up his hands. "hello? I didn't mean to frighten you" His red eye flashed cruelly as he waited to see if the person responded.