A/N: Just a crackfic.
Warnings: Character death, Necrophilia
Disclaimer: I do not own Noblesse.
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my lord, it's still warm...
...use...
...so, pl...ake...of me...
A terrible, hacking cough punctuated her words, neatly spraying and all-but saturating Raizel's shirt with her blood. Her left hand fisted the fabric for all it was worth, in her final moments.
"I'm sorry"
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Frankenstein simply stared at him, eyes wide and fingertips trembling. Where on earth was he taking Edian's body?! "Master?"
Raizel offered no response, apology, or explanation. He slammed shut the door to his room, locking it with an audible click.
Frankenstein took it as a signal that he was dismissed. Sighing, he made his way back to his own quarters.
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Raizel tossed his burden on the bed. Edian had been wrong. It had, unfortunately, already grown cold-not that he cared much. He busied himself with the top three buttons, starting from the neck and going down. The need was growing more urgent. He briefly contemplated simply shredding the garment, but decided that he would prefer to keep it intact, for the time being.
Perky breasts were at last visible from in-between the parted fabric. He widened it further, releasing them from within the confines of their. He pulled the half-way unbuttoned shirt until it was stretched about the shoulder blades, and lowered his mouth to an irresistible nipple. He frowned briefly, disliking the temperature.
His hands moved down to the waistband, fumbling with the three buttons there as well. He needed to hurry, or the smell would begin to set in; he had no desire to contend with the stench.
He peeled them down past the thighs, rearranging her remaining limbs to his liking. Dried blood still decorated her hips, legs, and torso.
Breathing heavily now, he allowed a few moans to escape past his lips.
He gripped both cold arms by the wrists, and held them behind the tailbone in an iron grip as he pounded into the inert form. He could hear the sound of lifeless shoulders becoming dislocated, and muscle-tissue tearing in various areas. It appeared that he had twisted and mangled both of its arm-like appendages irreparably in the process.
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...just another crackfic guys
Let me know if this is worth continuing. As always, Please Review!
I realize some of the characters (not naming any names) are somewhat ooc, but you know, given the premise...