Black Hat's Perspective

My pounding skull makes with another day, another infierno dolor. A growl emits from my maw. Raising my palms up and using two fingers, I rub my temples. Alerting my tired eyes to the clutter, I grumble. "Work.....work.....work!" I hiss. To state, the papers weren't neat per...say....better as...set asunder. The files, the paperwork! I-I can feel my sanity slippin'. "I-I-I-I need...a...a break..." I whisper. I rather enjoy the silence in here. It's quite comforting to know nothing of what one thinks inside their thick skulls. Heh, heh...and yet we fear their ridiculous opinions! I let out a sigh. Silence is a peace of the mind that no one appreciates. Unfortunately...the failure is no doubt, ahead. A pound breaks the silence, not a far distance from me. I grit my fangs and my maw drops into a frown. A hiss slips off the tongue. "S-S-S-S-Sir!" Flug's voice cracks. I let out a sigh. "Get back....to work..............or......I'll...I'll choke you blue!" My voice roars. A growl emits from my throat. "Y-Y-Y-Y-Yes?" Pause. The aroma of distress coats Flug. Such a sweet coward. He does what he's told...which is how you survive. Heh, heh. "Y-Y-Y-Yes sir-sir!" He interrupts. His shoes brush against the carpet, creating a whisper of quickness. To note, it is hardly quiet here. It's such a foolish world. But they're easy to convince. That's the joke of it. A chuckle emits from my maw as my lips turn upward. What a pity. In.....this infierno, everyone's at play. "Honey?" A female's voice chrips, breaking the silence. My pleasant mood is ruined. I clench my fangs. My fingers begin to curl up. "Are...Are you sick?" My fingers grow in length with every...word she squeaks. My nails grow also but they sharpen as well. I have much hate for Demencia.

The door creaks open and the carpet becomes burnished. I scowl and look up. Demencia squeezes her skull inside the room. Her cherry lips are puckered. She brushes her salmon bangs back behind her ear. She gives me a wink and pushes the door open with a hand. "I've......" She moans as she places her palm on her cheek. She has had a change of clothes. "Brought..." Replacing her peasant clothes, she wears a blush frock that reveals her cleavage. "Somethin' to..." She starts to walk toward me whilst swaying her hips. "Cheer...." She places a finger on her lips. "You up!" Demencia whispers. She lifts herself up onto my desk and turns to face me. "Demencia..." I start but she brings her finger to my lips. "Shush," She interrupts. Lowering her finger, she crawls closer and leans into my face. She sticks out her tongue and licks her lips; hunger in her eyes. "Have some fun..." She moves her hands onto my shoulders and tilts her skull to the side. "For once!" She chrips. She leans in, seeming suggestive. Her face now...inches from mine. She bats her eyes at me. Her lips turn up into a grin. My, this turned out divergent from all those charades. "Why so gloom boo?" She chrips. "Those tired eyes...you're slumping on sight," She states as her hands fondle my face. "Maybe......" She pauses for a moment as she ponders. "You should have a little fun with moi!" She whispers. Her fingers run across my flesh, their soft warmth causing me to stiffen. The rough touch slides down to my jawline, leaving my cheeks chilly. Demenica runs her fingers underneath and our eyes meet. She licks her lips once again and a devilish grin forms across her lips. What does...she have in store for me? Suddenly, I am jerked forward and my lips are smashed against hers. The warm sensation of her lips causes tension. Little by little, it's ticking the bomb. This...gesture of affection........will not be taken.....lightly. Though I've seen Flug do this before.....it's-it's...disgusting for myself. Naturally, nauseating per...say. Raising my hand to her face, I squish her cheeks together. Our lips break free with a salvia trail following. I wipe my lips with the back of my hands.

I spit as I try to get the remains of the lipstick off. I am repulsed. I glare at Demencia whose tilted her head. "Demencia.....qu-que demonios?!" I spat. Demencia let's out a giggle. A growl escapes my maw and a tendril extends from my back. It smacks Demencia across the cheek causing Demencia to jump. The tendril wraps around her throat then bring Demencia down onto my desk. I fold my arms and watch as she is pulled closer to me. Demencia struggles to breathe as she meets my eye. I stand and bend over, towering over her. Through clenched fangs, I mutter, "I will stab you, woman!". With another tendril wrapping around her waist, I hoist her up then throw her onto the floor. She rolls across the wood and looks at me. She jumps to her feet and runs off, breathing quite heavily. I let out a sigh then fall back into my chair. Slumping down, I reach for the wine glass that sits untouched. Picking it up, I turn the chair around to the view of the crimson window.

Exhaling a sign, I raise the glass to my lips and take a sip of the wine. Its frigid tang does little to refresh my mood. My eye scans the outside environment full of.....tone. 5.0.5 is dilly-dallying around the house whilst Demencia continues her destruction. Unfortunately, this infierno dolor ravages my mood. Nothing enchants the mood such as this! Ugh. So...morbid. Yet...bleak. My eye lands on a fe/male figure. Whoever...they maybe...they seem...what's the word? Aesthetic? Divine? Winsome? Now...that's a beauty. Her/His vibrant h/c locks caress around his/her face. Her/His s/c flesh moves about his/her figure so elegantly.

And...her/his presence is...is...hospitable?