In a city pitch, dark where the skylights illuminated in the night atmosphere the new birthed Iolanthe watched the New York Library from the high grounds above where she intensely observed the sun disappear for the day. Her mood was heavy and her only main focus, for the time being, was to pursue something and someone in the grand library after the troublesome experience with the aging Librarian.
Iolanthe didn't want to let this go easy and craved some fun as the night was here once again. So, she watched the outgoers leave the vast library and could infer that it was emptying. The mind of hers couldn't stop thinking about the irritating librarian and was so eager to do something about it.
High above the sky, she swiftly floated in the air and carefully landed where shadows hung strongly within, carefully diverting no attention to her otherworldly manifestation of human and creature. Nothing would satisfy her more than to entertain herself with the agony of someone's cries. And so, with ease, she entered a back door that she managed to find in this massive structure. The place was like a labyrinth but she knew she wasn't entirely alone. The place was empty but felt the presence of other beings such as security guards and late working janitors roaming around the place.
Iolanthe knew that the librarian lady was here; she could feel it in her dark soul, she hadn't left yet. The energy she took from the lady was already leading her to her location as her elongated tail was steering the path like a compass for her. If she were to be seen she made sure she blended well in the shades or hid in the ceilings like a slithering insect. All this trouble just to poke vicious fun at one single human being.
The energy was starting to heat up even more like the game: hot or cold. Iolanthe could hear slight footsteps clicking against the tile floors. Then her eyes were automatically attached to the familiar lady she had trouble with earlier. No remorseful or doubtful thoughts entered her mind, it remained cold with willingness.
As she was about to touch the floorboards with her bare feet, another human being entered the isolated room and seemed to have come in close contact with the librarian.
"You goin' now? Be sure to stay safe, Miss Marlene. The city's been a bit strange lately." Said one of the male security guards. The woman just gave a small smile at the man in response and said, "I'll be just fine. Been this far haven't I? Thank you, Joel."
Her unsincere tone was still detected through all that mushy kindness. Still and quiet, Iolanthe just stared at the situation between the two and waited for the woman to be secluded once again. Before she could fully gather her stuff the woman finally noticed it: A vivid, bright glow of violet just floating strangely in the darkness of the library. In an immediate contact of her eyesight it drew an attraction, it brought out a sort of hypnosis state on the woman. She didn't blink, she didn't resist, she could only feel inundated by a mesmerizing sphere of light leading her to an unknown fate, like a clueless prey leading itself into an angler fish.
The orb didn't move, it only made sure that the old woman came close enough for the next sequence. Then within a decent range, the woman snapped out of the trance and felt a tightening feeling around her frail body, a paralyzing pain where she could not move at all and where she couldn't do anything. Like an insect in a spider's Web, Iolanthe crept from out of the shadows and met face to face with the lady and made sure that she would witness this at close hand. Iolanthe relinquished the tension in her vocal cords to allow the woman to speak, with immediate release, the Librarian cried out and attempted to scream but she couldn't raise her volume.
Iolanthe just smiled, biting her lips, and gazed at the weeping woman with her glowing eyes.
"W-w.. -You! The missus from—- before!"
"I'm the missus from before.", Iolanthe repeated her words while mocking her, "Mhm."
"W-what- are you want from me? I- I know I have done wrong. Lord— lord knows I've sinned. I've— always ask—",
"What? No!", Iolanthe was bewildered but amused, "—Silly. Silly doddering human. You're talking about Lord? You're so mysterious." Iolanthe giggled like a juvenile and continued, "You became my main target for fun. I'm just bored and ruffled."
The librarian clamped her face in fear and could not comprehend the next set of possibilities. Iolanthe backed up a bit and observed her prey while pointing at one of her limbs. She selected her right forearm joint and started to affix an energy attachment that gradually pulled towards Iolanthe's direction, almost yanking the woman's limbs off with the tendons uncomfortably being tugged at.
Her mind was so concentrated on the torture that she hadn't noticed that someone had been behind her, a sound clicked, and felt something plugged harshly through her body. Iolanthe stumbled for a forward at the sudden injury entering through her chest. Quickly, she turned around and saw that it was one of the security guards from before that had shot her with a handgun. There was no time to waste and so Iolanthe quickly ended the woman's life as the violet orb consumed her consciousness and memory, leaving her senseless.
Of course, the security guard thought he had done the job by shooting her once in the chest but he didn't expect Iolanthe to move around as if nothing had happened. This whole situation had been comprised and utterly ruined that it made Iolanthe extremely aggravated that she penetrated the whole place with a blinding light from her violet orb and rapidly ran off the scene.
She felt claustrophobic in there anyway and still managed to leave the place with bitterness in her core. Iolanthe didn't feel satisfaction nor did she have the taste of the fun anymore. All there was, was utter animosity.
She passed through the rooftops of the buildings with ease and found her familiar spot where she inhabited. Her little trinkets and the CD she had been given were still there, thankfully. All the turmoil and all the misery were trapped inside her mind and she let out a vigorous roar of anger but it was all just a tantrum of unsatisfying fun.
She sat down on the concrete floor and looked at the plastic bag where her gift was. Then, she remembered how pleasant the sound came from the little music box and its interesting contraption of feeding music into the ears. Her mind was slowly cooling down like a pot of boiling water and just stared at the CD case. Remembering the occurrences from earlier, she stroked her fingers along her bare chest where there was red liquid pouring out from underneath the flesh where she had been shot. It made her wince but it wasn't fatal to her life-source. Iolanthe's spiritual substance remained robust in the human shell and so it wasn't entirely damaging her directly.
Still, she had a lot to learn about the world and still found things so unorthodox and irksome at times.
And so, she found that she spent her days searching for clueless victims on their own. It was fun at certain times, to find new ways of torturing them and ways of toying with them that she really didn't know the true aspects of human life but only filled each moment with boredom and death. Of course, during the day, she would find the opportunity to learn and experience the life of those living in the city but probably knew that she was lonely and lacked the personal experience of what she became to be.
There had been moments where she would interact with some humans but would immediately feel a disconnection between them and didn't want to find a certain bond with them even though that they were "nice". In the end, she found them ordinary and mushy.
