7850/Dog Days and Nights

Dog Days and Nights
Date of Scene:	16 September 2021
Location:	Tricorner Island
Synopsis:	Selene and Satana run in to one another again. A deal is made, mutually beneficial! But who benefits more?!
Cast of Characters:	Selene Corvinus, Satana Hellstrom

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Selene Corvinus has posed:
A dark and stormy night... how cliche.

It's rather warm out too, being that its the last days of summemr, the dog days one might even say.

Selene wouldn't say that though, that'd be crass...

The rain was falling hard earlier, but now its coming down in a misty form. The back of an alleyway in Gotham has been littered with the bodies of dead monsters. They followed Selene on her motorcycle trying to track her back to her safe house, but she looped them in to a trap like the amateurs they are... and has put most of them down now.

Three dead Lycans on the rain soaked garbage strewn alleyway... Two more stalk toward her, their fur covered bodies hulking and huge as they stalk toward the shadows that the Vampire had gone in to.

Lightning flashes, thunder rolls, helping to conceal her gunshots... Selene speaks out in to the night from the shadows, to the Lycans.

"This is your doing." She says to them form the darkness. "You came to me, this time, and if you don't leave now... your bretheren will never learn of your mistakes." Her voice bounces off of the brick walls of the alley as she stares out from the darkness.

They are having trouble tracking her in the wind and scents of the alley... They snarl, with saliva pouring out of their mouths. One of them LEAPS in tot he shadowy corner, expecting to likely land upon the Vampire within and thrash her pieces!

Only another gunshot rings out, bouncing off the walls of the alley as thunder booms in the sky!

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Rain was a chance to wear that transparent rain coat--like a duster made of transparent PVC--over undergarments that would make Emma Frost blush and say 'whoah!'. Unfortunately rain also meant feeding prospects were slim pickings, and that hunger that was starting to need attention for Satana to remain bound to the Earth was ramping up into something ravenous.

Gunfire. Clearly gunfire. Movies make it sound like gunfire and thunder are similar sounding, but they have distinct noises. And gunfire here, this time of night, likely meant murder. And murder meant sin.

Time for some sinners to be devoured, their remnants defecated to fall screaming to Hell as soul wisps.

Locating the alley sourcing the noise, growls and snarls punctuate things and prick Satana's interest. Maybe not murder after all. Maybe something far more interesting.

The barely-covered woman enters the alley in the misty rain, transparent PVC duster and transparent PVC umbrella overhead. Seeing one of the werewolves she stops and tilts her head.

"Now that's something you don't see every night."

Selene Corvinus has posed:
As the shiny transparent-covered woman appears in the rain soaked alley, she arrives to the sight of flashes from Selene's gun going off in the shadows. She may even see glimpses of figures in the darkness before the unyielding black takes over again amongst the brick walls encasing this alleyway.

The last remaining Lycan in the alley turns to look at Satana now, she seeming like possible leverage... something it could use to survive this attack? Or perhaps win it even!

The massive wet-furred Lycan moves to charge at Satana now, while Selene has yet to step out in to the open herself...

The giant beast roars as it moves toward Satana, its huge clawed paws splashing in the rain puddles as its bounding body draws closer to the woman in barely any attire!

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"Oh, how rude!"

There's a mysterious lack of concern in Satana's visage that SHOULD be sending alarm bells into the Lycan's brain as it charges her. Sadly, however, Lycans aren't noted for their intellect when in raging wolf form. Sadly for them, that is. For Satana it's a good source of amusement.

The fingers of her right hand are held up in a rapid series of odd positions, looking for all the world like mudras for the masochistic. Eldritch syllables drip from her mouth like the downpour of rain. A red haze coalesces into a thin red surface in front of her an instant before the Lycan strikes it.

And strike it he does. Hard. Hard enough to make it yelp ... and that BEFORE being engulfed in flames briefly, filling the alley quickly with the scent of burning dog's hair.

"Learn some manners!" the demoness snaps. "Heel, doggy!" Her eyes glow red as she stares down at the stunned creature and ...

... it whimpers and crawls behind her like a dog being disciplined.

"Good boy."

Satana strolls deeper into the alley. "I'm going to guess three times that I know who's caused this mess. And the first two guesses don't count, so ... is that you, Selene, darling?"

Selene Corvinus has posed:
By this point the late night rain has turned in to just a light sprinkle, the bulk majority of the water noises now are coming in the form of run off from the buildings around the alleyway.

Satana has herself a new pet, so it seems, and the alley could not possibly smell even worse than it already did, right?

The question is sent in to the darkness and then the form of the woman in black emerges from the shadow. "You're perceptive." Selene says in her naturally husky voice.

She takes a few more steps out of the pitch black in to the dim light, just as the beast that had lunged toward the black at her crawls out after her, its moaning and groaning growls pitiful in a way.

Selene looks back at it, aims her pistol down at its head and pulls the trigger, ending it for good that time.

The Vampire looks over and up at Satana, her once brown eyes now flushed in bright cyan like the moon on a cold winter night. "Nice outfit for a stroll." Selene comments to the other woman in a bit of dry sarcasm.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"I was hunting," Satana says with a sheepish grin. "In this weather the pickings are meagre so I add enticement. Then I heard noise and as soon as I saw the werewolf..."

Her finger stabs behind her where her erstwhile pet is groveling.

"...there wolf..."

A broad wink.

"...I knew you had to be involved somehow. Still a mite peckish, really, but I can hold off to be sociable."

The demon looks down at the dominated Lycan, points her finger at it, and lets a thin stream of intense flame that sounds like the howls of tortured souls burn through its head just at the base of the neck. It collapses, dead, without even a whimper.

"So how have you been?"

Selene Corvinus has posed:
Selene isn't wearing her trench coat, just her shiny leather bodysuit and the corset that is cinched over he rmidsection. She has thigh holsters strapped to her legs that are connected to the corset via small hooks too, and she slips her pistol away in to the one on her right thigh.

"Busy." Selene says with a slight grin at the show of killing that last Lycan, something she'd planned to do before leaving the alley.

Now, she walks toward where her trench coat lies in the water on the ground and kneels down to grab it, lift it up and whip it out, sending water flying away from it. Once she finishes that she dips a hand inside it and gathers up a handful of what look like black road flares.

"I'm pleased to see you again, and to get a glimpse of just how devstating your abilities are against my foes." She sets her coat down on the top of a dumpster and then turns to walk toward one of the Lycan bodies. She lights the flare and tosses it down on to the corpse, instantly igniting the body in a burst of consuming fire that burns hot enough to ignore the water soaked ground.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Satana raises an eyebrow at the display with the flare. "I was going to offer clean-up services, but you appear to have that well in hand. What, may I ask, is in that?"

She waves off the praise of her abilities. "It's nothing any other Lord of Hell couldn't do," she says self-deprecatingly. "A bit of magic. A bit of soulfire. And the domination is something we get when being trained as succubi."

She doesn't expand on what being trained as succubi entails. Be thankful.

"I have to say that guns aren't what I usually associate with vampires, to be honest. How does that happen?"

Selene Corvinus has posed:
Selene leaves the first body to burn as she walks to the second and does the same with it as well, dropping another of the black flares down upon it. "It's a chemical compound that my people's scientists have developed. It lets us keep our war as deep under the radar of the outside world as we're able to. The less questions the local authorities might have about these bodies, the less likely they'll come to find the rest of us..."

She lights that second flare and it illuminates her pale face in the otherwise dim of the alley. "The best thing about Gotham City, so I've found, is that very few people here bother to ask any questions at all." She says as she lights up the next Lycan corpse.

When she looks back to Satana now, the woman in the clear coat will see that Selene's eyes have gone back to being a pure dark brown in shade. "Succubi are not to be trifled with." She says with another faint smirk. She glances down at her hip then. "Evolution." She answers the question about her guns.

"Oh yes, I started with sword and daggers, but we've... adapted to the times, as they say." Another flare is lit up as she approaches the third body then. "The benefits of wealth and longevity has given my people the ability to make great leaps and bounds, rather than stay relegated to outdated methods..." She says before dropping the third flare upon the wet and gnarled form.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"It's good to see people adapting over time. Nothing is quite as depressing as seeing the eternals living old-school as if time hasn't moved on."

Stirring the ash slurry with the tip of her shoe, she makes a grimace. "That's going to stain, I'm sure." Shrugging, then, she continues, "I hunt in Gotham for exactly this reason. Usually I'm in the Narrows but that's deader than a graveyard right now because of the rain ... too cleansing for the filth that inhabit it, I suspect ... so I wandered a bit afield.

While talking she's reaching inside her transparent coat covering a body that's got no place to hide anything and is plainly thus. And pulls out a mobile phone.

"This here is my nod to modernity. You would not BELIEVE the number of Hell Lords who won't get with the program, yet look at this!" She holds up her screen, lit up and opened to one of the more unpleasant social media sites. "The raw sin here is unfathomable! I can do more dragging people into Hell away from the Whoreson Upstairs with a few button clicks on this phone than I could with months of old-school recruiting techniques. It's why I'm running circles around Daddy Dearest. He does everything the old-fashioned way, so despite being thousands of years old to my mere handful of years, I'm winning."

She puts the phone away into her transparent coat where it ... no longer shows.

"Other things too. Guns. Give me your guns for a day and I'll mix old school magicks with modern firepower and give you weapons that will frighten even you to use!"

She shakes her head. "Traditionalists are unfathomable."

Selene Corvinus has posed:
The fourth and last Lycan body is approached now as Satana displays her phone and speaks of her ways. It all has the Vampire showing another grin as she walks past her to ignite that last Lycan body. She takes a moment stare at it as it died in a new way from how the others....

As old as she is, Selene hasn't had TOO much experience with magic, personally.

"The thought of a Succubus using an online dating application to find her targets..." She sighs dramatically and shakes her head. "How times have changed..." She muses before igniting that fourth flare and dropping it on the last body.

While the four bodies burn in the alley, creating quite a 'smell', Selene looks back to Satana. "Your offering to enchant my guns?" She asks then. "Mm... offers like that tend to come with a cost." The Vampire notes as she walks past Satana again toward her coat that is draped over that metal box. "Though we did speak of an alliance, of sorts, did we not?" She asks as she looks back over her shoulder...

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Satana laughs in good cheer at the catch.

"Well yes, there is a cost, though it's not one that would be borne by you. The offer isn't made out of the kindness of my heart, no."

Satana steps up, instinctively working as a succubus would be wont to, seductive, slinky, sensual. "See the enchantment I'd put on the gun and its bullets would feed me. Any mortal souls struck by the bullets would be shorn from the body and channeled into me."

She paces around Selene to stand before her, eyes fixed.

"The net effect is that anybody you shot with the ensorcelled gun would shrivel and dry up, screaming in the kind of agony that only the knowingly doomed can experience, leaving behind a lifeless, dried husk." She winks. "And wherever I am, I'd have the kind of climax that would leave me weak at the knees. Like that scene from When Harry met Sally only for realsies."

A fingernail traces Selene's jaw if she doesn't move away.

"Wouldn't that be funny? Making me climax loudly every time you kill someone?"

Selene Corvinus has posed:
Selene picks her coat up off of the lid of the box and she brushes it off with a swipe of her right hand before folding it over her left forearm. She turns around then to see the other woman approaching her and explaining more detail to her offer...

She doesn't move, she just stands there and wathces with that cold emotionless stare of hers. She doesn't pull back from the touch either, she just allows it and continues to ... stare.

After a second or two of processing the request, Selene does huff out a quick and short laugh. "Lecherous." She replies to Satana. "Humorous too, for that matter." She tilts her head to the side then as she considers it. "If it improved the effectiveness of the ability to end my enemies though, then I see no reason to turn down the offer." Her head straightens again.

"But. You'd need to prepare for a lot of..." She trails off. "Well yes. I kill a lot of them." She nods past Satana's shoulder toward the bodies that are smoldering yet still.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"Then," Satana says, grinning wolfishly, "I will be sure to picture you each time it happens."

Her eyes rake down and up Selene's form slowly, languidly, straying to all curves, explicit and hinted both, in the journey each way. As if committing it to memory.

"It's a pity you don't have the feelings I do," she says. "I could play a body like yours like a Stradivarius, make you sing so many wonderful melodies. But I'll just enjoy picturing it when you shoot and feed me."

The eyes sparkle with malicious mischief as she speaks, even in the darkness.

"I do blades too, if you prefer that. Or would like it in addition. You got my SMS, right, so you know my number? When you've decided which weapons you want enchanted, drop me a line and I'll have one of my imps pick them up."

Selene Corvinus has posed:
Selene keeps her left hand up with the long leather coat draped over it. She keeps a hint of a ghostly grin on her pale pink lips as she stares at the other. "I have my fun." She says firstly back at the woman. "But I've recently come to devote myself to a person I care a great deal for. It may be an open relationship, I'm not sure, but I better not make the mistake of being wrong about that, you see. Less I get my head severed from my shoulders for it."

She seems amused by Satana's ways, but then again she's been around for a long time... "Plus. You're a Succubus.. They're not to be trifled with." She jests again like she had just minutes ago. She keeps that faint grin though.

"Here." Selene says then as she draws her right thigh gun and raises it up to turn it and offer it to Satana, the holster still attached to it, as she pulled the whole thing off her thigh. "You can start with this one. When its ready, just drop me a text.... in between your swiping for poor lonely souls..."

A glance is given to the mouth of the alley before Selene looks back to the woman in the clear coat. "If it works well, I might give you a whole host of weaponry to do the same too. If you're ready for such an experience." She says with a smirk to follow those words.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"I would have to do some fine-tuning if there's going to be a flood of these. As fun as it would be to writhe and scream in passion for hours at a time, it would tend to interfere with my own plans. But ... arrangements can be made. I can have others fed and in my debt, after all."

Satana takes the gun and tucks it under her arm after giving it a once-over, running fingers over the handle as if looking for something.

"Good. Not over-decorated. It's much easier to inscribe on smooth surfaces." Her eyes raise back up to Selene. "And the souls I devour are not 'poor'. They're filth. They're stained with so much sin I can feel it pouring off of them in waves. Murderers. Rapists. Spouse abusers. Child molestors. Priests. (Though I repeated myself there.) Decent souls are tasteless. They're like Wonder Bread to me or ... distilled water with red food colouring to you? I hunt for the wicked because their souls have flavour, texture, character. And they go earlier to where they were already headed anyway."

Again that wicked smile. Lascivious. Salacious. Satana closes up to give Selene a "European" peck on the cheek ... that just happens to involve her entire body pressing against the vampire.

"It's been lovely to see you again," she says, withdrawing microscopically. "And being seen again. You have a habit of that. I'll have your weapon delivered shortly."