I swear to the asshole sitting in the fluffy rainclouds that if this woman make one more effing comment on my outfit, I'm turning around and walking away as if I had freshly ripped her nonexistent soul from her overly developed body, Priscilla thought with her hands clenched in the pockets of her leather jacket. Priscilla was wearing a black, hooded sweater dress that reached shy of mid-thigh and a V in the neck that showed more than enough cleavage. Black leather saddle boots with black knee socks, to match her jacket, stepped in every puddle on the sidewalk. Priscilla's hair was the only problem in her eyes, literally. It was in her eyes, her mouth and even up tickling the inside of her nose. Priscilla furiously secured another escaping lock behind her ear and pulled her hood up to discourage anymore escapees.
Looking up towards her friend/roommate Lucy, Priscilla felt a bite more pride in the gazes she was reserving versus the stoned stares Lucy got. Lucy's graciously curved body was almost fully displayed to the onlookers. Her breasts were practically spilling out of their confining cabaret corset and working a ways down to the strip of black cloth that was held together at the front by a cord. The only aspect of Lucy's attire Priscilla approved of was Lucy's shoes, black stilettos that made Lucy's long leg seem as if they went on forever.
"Where the hell are we going?" Priscilla hollered up to Lucy over the sound of the night life.
"Exactly that," Lucy replied loud enough to reach Priscilla's ear.
"Are you fucking serious, The Seventh Circle?" Priscilla stopped in her tracks and looked at her friend as if Lucy were insane. "I thought you wanted to get laid not raped, only lowly demons go to The Seventh Circle."
"And?"
"And you have standards."
"Do you know what today is?"
"Sunday... Fallen only night."
"Any more commentary for the bright one in black?"
"Shut up and walk."
I just added air to a head the size of Montana, Priscilla thought as they continued down the cracked walkway. Every few seconds a car would pass by and slosh the remaining water on the road towards them, making Lucy scurry to the far side of the concert. Priscilla just trudged on not caring about a little water washing over the tops of her muddy boots.
When they came to an intersection, the cell in the pocket of Priscilla's jacket buzzed. You got mail, Priscilla caroled in her mind. Priscilla tapped at the screen to open her email and scrolled down the to-die list. Priscilla hid the happiness on her face and stuffed the phone into her pocket.
"Where is it?" Lucy's voice knocked Priscilla free of her daydreams.
"Where's what?" Priscilla evaded the question, acting like she had no idea what Lucy was talking about.
"The massacre you're so happy about, where is it?"
"By the falls in the woods around midnight, but I have time to kill. I promise you will get front row seating to the whole bloodbath."
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Lucy and Priscilla arrived at the club around tenish and bypassed the line that wrapped itself halfway round the building. Priscilla kind of felt pity for the humans that would wait in that line the entire night so she decided to comb through it with hungry garnet eyes. The lucky few she choose all bared her calling card of impending death, a black aura. The group reserved zero static from the bouncers as the humans entered before Lucy and Priscilla. Lucy and Priscilla played with the doormen a little before moving on, Lucy a bit more feely compared to Priscilla's simple touches. Priscilla's fascination was on her guard's dress. A crisp white button down, its sleeves rolled up to him elbows, under a ironed black vest, neatly creased black slacks, and a pair of shined leather shoes. Priscilla felt her eyes go soft as she ran her finger lightly over the red silk tie her man wore loosely around his neck.
"Lovely," Priscilla breathed.
"My Lady?" the confusion in the bouncer's voice having no effect of Priscilla's zoned state.
"Your tie...the color...lovely," Priscilla's babbling was rewarded with the attention of Lucy and black spots blotting out her sight.
Priscilla felt hands grab for her as her legs gave out. Priscilla barely heard Lucy's alarmed calls or felt the tentative pats Lucy placed on Priscilla's cheek until Priscilla's eyes fluttered open. Priscilla took in her surroundings in between blinks. Priscilla was laying on one of the couches in the VIP lounge, her head resting on the thigh of the bouncer Lucy had been toying with. Priscilla groaned in displeasure and tried to sit up but was stopped.
"Let me up, Lucy," Priscilla demanded, glowering up at Lucy's congealed blood eyes.
"When we figure out what happened," Lucy compromised.
"Where's that other guy, there's something about his tie...?" Priscilla trailed off.
"He left an hour ago rambling on about some party in front of some abandoned mansion in the woods," Lucy replied half-heartedly.
"You fucking idiot," Priscilla exclaimed, jolting forward and grabbing the slim Rod for her right boot. "That mansion is directly across from the falls, it's where the massacre is going to happen."
Only way to get there in time but I'm out of practice, Priscilla thought but blew it off. Priscilla drew a quick arching doorway then an upwards pointing pentagram at the top of the arch. Priscilla pictured the clearing beside the falls' gathering pool and pushed open the door to a lengthy corridor.
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Okay, so you didn't land in the clearing but you were close, Priscilla's mind attempted to cheer her up as she waded her way out of the water. Priscilla still had a firm grasp on her Rod and that's all she honestly cared about, her phone was waterproof and her clothes were just an illusion to hide her cloak from plain view. Now that Priscilla remembered her cloak, she noticed that it was now visibly plastered to her body along with her hair. Priscilla frowned at a random trees as she rang out her hair and what she could of her cloak.
"Forget it, I'm flying," Priscilla spoke in frustration, hunching her back and unfurling her wings.
Priscilla stretched her arms and tar feathered wings over her head receiving herself of the seething pain between her shoulders. Abruptly, Priscilla's wing swung down. Priscilla was launched into the air so swiftly droplets broke free from her, leaving a trail of water temporarily suspended in the air behind her. Priscilla let herself slow, air resistance cutting away at her speed, until she was hovering over the forest's treetops.
"Party, party, party..." Priscilla repeated the word slowly under her breath as she raked her eyes over the vast expanse of termite infested timber.
When a twinkling of light flashed in the corner of her vision, Priscilla whipped her head around and angled herself for descent. The wind shrieked in her ears as Priscilla sliced through the air, ridding herself of any remaining liquid. Priscilla landed in a whirlwind of dirt and half decayed leaves. Priscilla's bare feet connecting with the targeted boulder with enough power to knock loose fist-sized chunks.
Priscilla crouched down and wrapped her arms around her legs, trying to retract her wings without howling in pain. You compare Priscilla using her wings to resetting every bone in your body, letting them heal (taking the wings out) and then breaking them all, resetting them differently, and healing again (pulling them back in). At least, that's what it would look like to anyone that was watching.
"Never...doing that...again," Priscilla huffed, straightening out of her crumpled pose.
After calming her breath, Priscilla closed how eyes and concentrated, carefully constructing her cloak's cover illusion. A black hooded pea coat over a red long sleeve V-neck and dark matchstick jeans tucked into a pair of Doc Martens. As Priscilla stepped down off the rock, she pulled the hood of her coat snugly over her windblown mane to shadow her face from any onlookers. Priscilla felt eyes and she didn't like the way them made her flesh goosebump.
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"I'm cresting the hill in front of the mansion now," Priscilla said into my phone. "I haven't heard any screaming ye-spoke to soon."
Lucy had called Priscilla ten minutes ago, demanding to know where Priscilla was and if the killing had commenced. Priscilla was answering Lucy when an eardrum threatening cry of pure terror shoot through the air. Priscilla squealed and took off running towards the sound's epicenter. When Priscilla got to the top of the hill, she was dumbfounded by what she found and what she didn't find. Priscilla hurried down the slope and wandered around the almost empty area.
Moments ago, Priscilla had heard the laughter/screams of sixty, maybe seventy, people and now she could locate only a couple handfuls of motionless human husks staring in horror into space. Trails of footprints that correlated with several different individuals laid stamped into the dirt and sand, fresh and abruptly ending. No matter who the killer was or what the killer was, they were still close by and for some reason waiting for Priscilla to leave so they could finish their job.
"I'm not leaving until I know who and what you are," Priscilla called out into the tree line, sensing eyes coldly against the back of her hooded head. "Sorry Charlie but them's the breaks."
"Female," male voices spoke behind beside and in front Priscilla, curiosity clear in their Power leaching tones. "But of what specie?"
"That's the million dollar question a lot of people are dying to know the answer to," Priscilla stated indifferently, holding her Rod out in front of herself horizontally and slicing her thumb on the metal sticking out at the end.
As the Rod elongated to a more Staff like length the voices demand to know what Priscilla was doing. With no intention of answering them, Priscilla drew a circle in the dirt around her and two intersecting line to resemble a compass. Priscilla swung the Staff back behind her, releasing the curved blade at that end, and lifted the Scythe over her head.
"I called forth the Forces of Earth and Air to complete a task with speed and care," Priscilla whispered, Power lacing each word of the not so thought out rhyme. "Abide by this whim, grab them." At the finish of 'them' the base of Priscilla's Scythe connected with the northeast corner of the compass.
For some time, silence held to the forest, frozen in time. Priscilla leaned heavily on the shaft of my weapon with her eyes closed, opening them would be the start everything. Thanks to Priscilla hood they couldn't see her face and she wasn't breathing so when the quiet was broken Priscilla knew it was one of them. Priscilla shot a hand out to her left and her eyes flew open. Root erupted from the ground and threw soil into the air, racing towards their victim. A jolt of static zapped Priscilla's further extended finger when the roots had it, Priscilla brought her hand slowly to her shoulder then swiftly down, moving the trees aside so she could see what their roots had caught. Priscilla was stunned at the sight of the...man? It looked like a man but its face...was missing a few things.

Of all the creatures of Hell, Priscilla have never seen anything like the person in front of her. Rail thin limbs, smoothed-over facial features, an angular jaw, skin a startling shade of alabaster, and a height that lessened the longer she studied him. He dressed surprisingly formal in a black suit, a crisp white button up, and dull leather shoes. His face, which Priscilla's eyes seemed most interested in, appeared to be relaxing and releasing its angry tightness. When all his anger had disappeared, he cocked his head to the side as if mulling over a thought in his head he was confused about.
"You did not run," it deep base voice announced its observation out loud, divulged of any sensible Power.
"As abnormal as you are, in my profession, I've seen stranger," Priscilla stated, knocking her hood back off her head. "I also can't leave this circle, I'm not heartless enough to abandon you in your current state."
He seem taken aback by Priscilla's appearance, Was he expecting a hag? Maybe a child? Had I Changed and not noticed? Priscilla checked my form as his head turned slightly to peer down at the roots still wrapped around his body. As his face lift back to Priscilla's he asked, "Are these still necessary?"
"Quite," Priscilla replied respectively before explaining the why. "They're an insurance policy to insure that the others in the vicinity don't leave."
Priscilla hadn't noticed the slight ringing in her ears but now it was starting to annoy her greatly. Priscilla rubbed at her ears and shook her head in a failed attempt to stop it. The creature notice all of this and seemed to be taking a pleasure in it. Priscilla tore her eyes away from the man, the ringing stopping immediately.
"So," Priscilla began to say, blinking off the aftertaste the ringing left in her brain. "You got a name?"
"You don't know who I am?" He seemed to look at Priscilla as if she had a hole in her head.
"If I'd known your name I wouldn't have wasted my breath with asking for it," the smartass remark leaked out as Priscilla's face became emotionless.
"Slender...Slender Man," the name hung in the air a moment, as if waiting for some sudden strong reaction that it would never reserve, before he spoke again. "Now yours?"
"Priscilla, but I'm barely ever called by it nowadays," she answered, dropping her illusion to reveal her cloak. "They call me Death, ring any bells?"
"An angel."
"Yes, but that's only a part of the answer, Mr. Slender. You'll have to find me for the rest."