Waiting was boring. Even to an immortal Demon Lord like Sha'kos, time was precious. Every minute he wasted here waiting for the sisters to show up, was a minute his rivals in the Underworld could plot and plan. He needed to do something other than waiting. Something productive and fun...<br/><br/>Maintaining a connection with his three Daevas lurking inside the Vicar's house, the powerful and ancient demon shimmered away. Inside the quaint pastoral dwelling, the Vicar was in fact a captive. Stricken by grief and mourning, he sat in his living room. But the pious man could sense the evil and darkness surrounding him, keeping him locked inside the house. He couldn't see... but he fetl fear. Pure, unadultered fear...<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Sha'Kos checked on his enemies. They were not at their manor, nor at any of the workplaces or hangouts of the younger sisters. No... he could taste their lingering presence in the eldest sister's workplace, where hours earlier, his human identity had been requested for a modelling shoot.<br/><br/>They had just left, he could feel, sense, smell and taste their powerful presences still in the air, lingering, fading... they were not alone. At least one other accompanied them. Most likely their White Lighter.<br/><br/>He guessed it was time to check on one other, to see if they had taken her as back up, or if the girl's taste for the supernatural had grown wilder. Sha'Kos shimmered into existence near the appartment Cassandra the Cop lived at.<br/><br/>She was alone...<br/><br/>Shadows swirled and in the darkest corner of her flat, a shape started forming, black, intimidating, exuding evil. Surprisingly, she seemed to sense it. He could see her hands twitching to take a gun that wasn't on her belt. Her curse was delicious to his ears and as she headed of, likely to retrieve her weapon, Sha'kos made his move.<br/><br/>Darkness envelloped the redhead. It came from the walls, the floor, the ceiling, wrapping itself around her like a thick blanket. It took her breath away, it lifted her writhing form off the floor. But before she blacked out, a cloaked, black body was seen in front of her, glowing, golden marks standing out on his skin. A fanged smile of satisfaction was shown, before the attractive detective was lost in oblivion.<br/><br/>This was perfect, Sha'kos realized. She was much closer to the sisters than any target before. Yet, she was an innocent, vulnerable and now his...<br/><br/>He would have fun with her, more than with any other victim before in his struggle to get the James' Grimoire. He would make a statement. Play time was over. Tonight, they would notice the first signs, as they would be attacked by more Daevas at the same time than ever before. And soon, they would find his message, in the form of this Cassie-girl, painted on their door.<br/><br/>She was in his lair now, stripped naked, showing of her curvaceous body, creamy skin stretched over slight muscles and full feminine forms. Gorgeous. But she wouldn't be for long. His kind of fun usually wasn't much fun for his partner after all. Especially not in this case.<br/><br/>She was tied in an X-shape, hanging from the ceiling, her legs spread, her feet chained to the floor. She was disgraced, unconscious, her red hair flaying wildly in the permanent chilly breeze. He wouldn't have much time for her right now, as the sisters would be arriving at his trap at any moment now. But enough time to make his victim aware of her situation.<br/><br/>The dark form stood in front of her chained form.<br/><br/><strong>"Wakey Wakey, pretty one",</strong>his voice penetrated the silence with sinister mocking. When she barely responded, her eyes merely fluttering, one of his clawed hands landed on her breast in a soft slap.<br/><br/><strong>"Come now. I want to have some fun..."</strong><br/><br/>Her eyes opened, but no sound came, yet, fear paralyzing her for the moment. The Dark Demon smirked, revealing dripping fangs, gleaming like white blades in his mouth, before he clawed his hand on her breast, driving his sharp claws deep into her skin all around her right globe, drawing faint trickles of blood and a lot of pain. But that was not enough. Drawing on his powers, he injected the five wounds with a black, slimy poison... it infected her and made her feel as if her blood was starting to boil in her veins. Till he had time for some actual fun, it felt satisfying to know she would be twisting in her chains, screaming out her pain, while he had his first encounter with the sisters.<br/><br/>Sensing through his Daevas at the Vicar's house that the powerful witches were near, he shimmered back to his former position, in the darkest shade of a tree, at the the largest window of the living room, gazing inside, to see the Vicar still mourning, still captive of the fear oozing from his demonic minions. Yes, he was ready for the sisters to arrive.