(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/Morkael/Ruki/CockroachRukiedit-1.jpg)<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Freestyle Script;"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2.65em;">Shenovi Katsakachi</span></strong></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: freestyle script;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.45em;"><strong>Location:</strong></span></span>Gilead Memorable Park -<em>Tea Party… With <span class="bbc_u">Friends</span></em><br/><br/>Now this was becoming a splendid tea party, sure it missed a few things, though the demon didn’t have the time in ‘raiding’ the city for a cake. What if his tricky companion escaped those bounds and ran off to inform others of Shenovi’s current location? Not that the insane demon was afraid, he just didn’t wish his tea party to be ruined by unwanted guests. There was only so much he could do in background decorations for the park and getting up from his table to tend to every nuisance does get annoying as well. Party crashers, oh how he loathed them so, and thusly he was going to have to punish his muffled guest.<br/><br/>But not now, perhaps that angst would be taken out on the other man whom was totally freaked out on the swingsets. There was a mental debate in tearing those lungs out, yet that subsided when the other guest arrived.<strong>”My, my, if it isn’t dear Alice.”</strong>Shenovi toyed with the idea, learning to read through the ages had changed him from the traditional, primitive, bloodthirsty and sadistic demon to the now ‘civilized,’ malicious, mastermind of wicked intent. Of course there were various flaws from a traditional tale in comparison to the reality of what was happening here; but no one was perfect. Shenovi at least made the attempt to make a fairytale real as his bare fingers swiped through the cool topping of the sundae, layering his limber appendages with the cream; his attention seeming distant to her for the time being, but he wasn’t ignoring her, he was just merely focused on something else.<br/><br/><strong>”Hmm.”</strong>He moved, shifting in his seat, reaching off to the side to grab at the chin of the gagged man’s. Calmly his sugary laced fingers ran across the victim’s cheek, painting a set of stripes of white across the flesh; before finally releasing his newly decorated prey.<strong>”Alice, I think your musings are scaring our Cheshire Cat here.”</strong>Shenovi’s hand went to flick to the side, a few droplets of white escaping the tips of his ebony nails, splattering across the bare chest of his bound victim’s.  The poor guest frantically trying to escape from that seat, and though Shenovi’s pink eyes were currently locked upon his female companion, he was clearly amused. His sugary hand lifting, moving to his face where his tongue lapped away the lingering contents, cleansing himself and yet leaving a trail of white across his blacken, painted lips.<br/><br/><strong>”Such is the cruel truth of all life.”</strong>A late response, though he was never one of a timely manner in discussion. Another cup of tea was poured, the warm liquids filling the ivory glass, before he slid it across the table and pass the melting sundae towards the woman in front of him.<strong>”It is easy perishable. Humans bloom truth to this fact. Nephilim also end up sooner or later if they don’t find a ‘side.’ Angels can’t escape it, nor can demons. Neither can you and even I. We are all, ultimately, fragile creatures.”</strong>A loud clatter followed, their dear Cheshire Cat finally falling back in the chair, but still bound against it, struggling for escape, an escape that will never come.<br/><br/>What did come was the crimson clad man rising in his own chair and off the body his feet once perched upon, stepping around towards the struggling man. A sigh escaped him as he lifted the top off of the kettle.<strong>”Disobedient kitties need to be punished.”</strong>Steaming tea fell from its canister, pouring onto the man’s face below. Muffled screams could be heard as the contents not only wash away the cream, but also scalded and burned their way through the poor demon’s flesh.<strong>”Don’t you see, Alice, even our kitty here is quite docile.”</strong>He went on so nonchalantly to prove a point, his eyes never blinking as he watched the contents completely burn and disfigure the flesh of the demon’s below. Empty kettle being released, a solid thump sounding after it plop itself over the hideous ‘Cheshire’s’ face. Shenovi’s pink eyes returning to the woman across from him, yet he didn’t return to his own seat, instead he angled his body to face her from where he stood.<strong>”Wouldn’t you say you and I will be the same? Maybe I can find us some more tea to test that theory?”</strong><br/>