chavaniac | (no subject)

She's angry.

She's angry because she should have known better. All she can think about is her Chevaliers' words, their warnings that she shouldn't get involved with humans. She thought he would be different, because he wasn't human, but no. No, of course she wouldn't be that lucky.

Her hands scrape hard down his chest, drawing blood. Diva wants to hear him scream, see him suffer underneath her. He's just one of the faceless, so it's luckier that he's taking the brunt of her frustration. He won't scream or even make much more of a noise than soft groans and unintelligible words. That's what she wants.

After all, it's always been about what she's wanted. Her Chevalier gave her the world and everything in it. Yet, somehow, she was still unhappy.

Diva leans closer, groaning as she grinds against him. She just wants to be lost in the desire, the raw feeling of wanting to fuck someone.

But she hates herself for it. Not that she had this faceless man at her mercy, of course not, but that she was so upset. It was really nothing to be upset about, objectively. So he'd had sex with someone else—who cared? She would have sex with other people, so he was allowed to.

The images keep coming to her, though, of him being intimate with her. It wasn't the sex. It was the idea that he had been tender with her, of all people. Diva thinks about her words again, the idea of her lying on top of him and enjoying the closeness, and she feels the rage bubble up from deep within her again.

It couldn't be that she was jealous of some stupid girl, over something so simple. But she knew that feeling better than any other.

He's about to come, but her hands dig deep into his shoulders as he holds her close. Her teeth grit, and she's consumed by the jealousy. All she can picture is the tender scene between the two of them, and tears prick at the corners of her eyes. It just wasn't fair that a witch would get his affection over her.

She blacks out.

"Ah..."

A small noise comes out as a sigh, and Diva blinks, looking around as if snapped out of a trance. There's blood covering her body, the warmth of its freshness enveloping her. A mangled corpse lays underneath her, its throat torn wide open.

She looks at it distantly.

Getting the blood out of her hair was going to be a pain, wasn't it?