"Hm... I get what I want and I want what I get. And right now, I want your blood spattered up that wall like a pretty, pretty, Pollock painting. Will you give me what I want? Or will I give me what I want?" her smile was so sinful it caused twinges of pain to sprout in her cheeks. She watched eagerly as a tan skinned man with a large, bumpy, nose reached a hand into his black leather belt. He removed something roughly the same color as a raven which gleamed in the Italian moonlight like a beacon. The olive colored man opened a mouth filled with, crooked, yellowing, teeth. He slowly pushed the gun down his throat, letting the cool metal graze his rough tongue. His meaty fingers wrapped delicately around the trigger like a snake constricted around a precious gem. He winced, bracing himself for the inevitable impact between his thick skull and the smooth flesh of a bullet.
She continued grinning, pausing only to lick her lips with sadistic excitement. And then, in less than a split second, it was all gone. As the blood splattered the wall and the man's fingers released the stark black gun, she released all the tension in her body. Looking at the glinting scarlet blood against the pale brick wall only got her more immoral pleasure. She didn't care to do anything with the body but pin a small blue, white, and red flag to his chest before she and her high heels clicked away. The girl clacked through the sullen midnight, watching doors bolt and shutters slam. Her presence caused quite the commotion in Italy, though it wasn't her birthplace. If it had been, she'd have been clipping down a red carpet while a young servant girl threw flowers where her high heeled feet touched. The princess of Russia was not to be a light subject. She joined up quickly with a young boy whose eyes were covered by a veil of thick blonde hair. His head was adorned with a small, crookedly placed, tiara which shimmered and reminded her of the saliva covered gun she'd just crossed paths with.
"Principessa Russa... Shishishi... Welcome to the Varia. Prince Ripper will have a new toy." the little blonde boy cackled deeply. He let a smile just as psychotic as hers, if not more, pierce his cheeks.
"I hope the Varia is everything I want." she licked her ruby red lips and disregarded Prince Ripper's second statement. For if it weren't all she hoped for, and more, she'd leave the family in ruins.
"Principessa Russa... You're not a real princess, are you?" Belphegor cocked his head to one side and smiled eerily. He was staring at the same girl asking the same question he did every day. Because he never got a straight answer, he figured if he asked more he'd have better chances. But, as always, her reply was as standard.
"More or less. No or yes." Russa, as she called herself, beamed right back at him and flicked a tiny silver earring into the corner of the room. She could buy another one. She could buy a million other ones. Why would a princess, with more money than any god or goddess could dream of, care about something stupid and easily replaceable? Russa had already worn the earring once, and she enjoyed wasting things. Her parents could never say no her because they knew full well that their daughter would gut them and flip their lifeless skin sacks inside out before putting their entrails back in. Russa herself would never get her hands dirty with such things as murder, however. She let the victims kill themselves or had some disposable peasant muddy their hands with blood. Though she didn't find it below her status as royalty to watch and get all the satisfaction she could from something as delightful and twisted as turning someone inside out. A little tremor of excitement and stimulation pulsed through Russa's airy body.
She flung another earring across the mammoth sized room she resided in. The girl fell back on a monumentally sized bed which had been dyed with blood from her many unfortunate victims. There were various trophies from different Dons such as scalps and fingers with giant rings attached to them, and at the very least feet cut off at the ankles, hanging on her walls and packed away in little boxes. She had multiple taxidermy animals which she'd killed, gutted, embalmed, and styled herself planted at different spots in all different poses. Her favorite happened to be a lion she'd shot through the heart in Africa one summer which sat by her bedside and looked like it was going to attack her whenever she woke up. Russa loved to be terrified by things, it excited her. As a sort of 'finishing touch' a freshly cleaned glass jar with what appeared to be a dead baby bobbing gleefully back and forth within its confines sat on her nightstand. It was labeled 'Sister' and actually was Russa's sibling who had died at birth. Her parents wanted to be rid of it, but Russa insisted it be kept. The girl sighed with a sense of disbelief. All of it was hers. Money, power, respect, everything anyone could ever need. Though deep down, beneath all the bloodlust and sadism, she yearned to have the feeling of being loved. It had begun as just the feeling of being wanted, but as with all things it grew into full blown love. Her parents never loved her and they never wanted her either. Which had been her reasoning for joining the Varia.
They wanted her and utilized her talents and that felt amazing. But Russa desired more. She had been spoiled by all that she received, taken to the devilish side of richness and prestige. It was never just lust, it had to be passion. It couldn't just be anger; it had to be seething, blistering, livid, fury. When she was younger, she asked for a fish tank and a few goldfish. But after a couple more years of spoiling, it was no longer just a fish tank she desired. It was a fish tank with flecks of real gold hidden in the glass walls, a layer of precious stones beneath imported Hawaiian black sand, sharks, eels, and a special level for deep-sea angler fish and vampire squid. Russa could never just have something. It had to be the best that thing could be. Because if it wasn't, it was discarded. Russa stuck her nose into the bloody comforter and breathed in deeply. She scrunched her hands along the sheets, feeling their soft embrace on her flesh.
"Hey Bel, wanna see something cool~!" she crooned, face still shoved into her pillow. Secretly, the girl poked her moist tongue out of her mouth to taste its strange flavor.
"Ushishishi, sure." he replied almost huskily. Russa pushed off her bed and clicked over to the Far East wall of her room. She pressed a shiny red button, and out popped a piranha infested fish tank. This one wasn't the grandest she owned, but it was the only one with piranhas in it. Belphegor already had a good idea of what was going to happen. He knew Russa would put a few goldfish in the tank for the sake of watching them turn from happy pets to crimson ribbons. But what really happened surprised him. Russa pressed a second button, which released piranhas two times as large and vicious as the first. Her smile could have been seen from space as the two species tore each other to pieces. Jaws and bones trickled to the bottom and before long; the tank was no more than a single, war-beaten, piranha. The two watched eagerly as the last survivor bled out and sunk to the bottom as well. It still wasn't enough gore to satisfy either of them, but it was certainly a good amount of slaughtering. Russa loved the way blood looked in water, the way it dissipated and moved. She gripped at the floaty sleeves of her dress anxiously. If Bel hadn't been in the room with her she may very well have begun a good bout of taxidermy. That was one of the few things she could well.
"Thank you for the escort today, Belphegor." Russa noted, walking over to a large, barred, window. She gripped the iron barriers with a grin.
"A princess can't be escorted by anyone other than a prince." Belphegor chuckled. He was still on the other side of the room, not yet ready to leave the fishy battleground. It was far better to disembowel humans, but pitting animals against each other was pleasing as well.
"I would have forced one of the suitors to, but they're so dreadfully daft. They're such an intense level of boredom, I've had three commit suicide and write 'I'm not worthy' in their blood, and I got one of them to transfer all their funds to my account in exchange for a service they won't be receiving anytime soon." Russa smiled to herself. She'd cheated so many men out of their money and their minds it was almost painful. She loved being terrible more than anything else. Being a vein, rotten, impulsive, greedy, entitled, person was a level of fun that couldn't be explained. As a princess, she had the right to do anything. Whatever she felt like doing was what she did.
Short and sweet. A new fic I'm doing out of writer's block. Tell me what you think.