A faint growl rumbled forth from the man's throat at the sudden strike upon his person. She had dared attack him. The stupid bint would find herself in a mess of trouble for this ill-contrived action born out of anger. A muscular hand coiled about the offending wrist in mid swing with the faint smack of colliding flesh. A strange sort of dangerous arrogance rose within emerald irises and a smirk curled its way onto lush lips before his own beast rose to meet Envy's, wrenching the dainty female's appendage backwards even as his hips began to move, forcing her to the nearest surface with a rather vicious collision of mortar and brick to delicate to flesh. Still, the arm wrenched until he'd pinned it to her arm and nearly yanked its from its socket...and then he released, tossing her further down the alleyway, skidding through congealing blood and butchered remains as he followed. The faint traces of the blood still spattered across his face and soaking into the collar of his shirt only gave credence to the madman as he descended upon her, a hellish creature backlit by silvery ribbons of lightning arcing overhead and soon producing the thunderous cymbal of thunder.

An outstretched palm intended to coil about her throat, to yank her to his level and peer into her depths as he spoke. His voice was low, dangerous, promising deadly repercussions should she defy him, should she question his absolute perfection, much less have the audacity to assault him once more, "Now, now, Envy...leave the childish little tantrums to Wrath, lest yet wish to be forced into a new host all so soon. We both know that you couldn't possibly hold your own against me. So why bother? Did I hurt your poor little feelings, whore?

"Caught up in this madness, too blind to see...woke animal feelings in me, took over my senses and I lost control, I'll taste your blood tonight... hummed the raven haired abomination as he went to work. Flesh tore and squelched beneath the onslaught of his blade. Its steely point dug, sending multiple spatters of sweet, liquid candy spattering up his arms and clotting into his hair. The once pristine face was painted with a mask of both gore and maddened determination as the butcher worked, cut, snipped. The gory mass of disemboweled flesh and crushed bone spreading its filthy, moist tendrils across the pavement below had once been a man, and nearby rested a similar mass of remains. The unrecognizable state of their mutilated corpses only gave credence to the being's incredible propensity for violence, his thirst for blood. That need that fueled him, the call of the blade. As for what the two had done to deserve such a brutal death at the hands of a madman, it had been a paltry manner. He'd allowed himself the luxury of a jaunt across the town, to fuel one of the other worldly addictions that he'd allow himself to partake of, seeking that nicotine fix. Cigars in hand, he'd been knocked aside by the couple and bestowed only with a sneering glance at his multicolored locks and the thin (though sinewy) construction of his body.

Of course, for one who was so blatantly superior, so perfect, this had not rested well upon his mind. So he took his purchases and lingered outside of the store, allowing himself the comfort of lighting one of the sticks. The faint scent of wild cherry rose from the cigarillo, spreading its sweet essence and lacy blue tendrils upwards in a lazily adrift dance before carrying itself away to nothing. And as they'd left, he'd allowed himself to unmeld from that shadow and follow, honing himself. He flattened until he became one with his urges, the body he inhabited practically thromming with the excitement. The hunt...the kill. He'd shadowed them for a little over four blocks before allowed himself his far more addictive fix, muscles coiling and unleashing the hidden strength to allow his sinewy form to launch forth, outstretched palms coiling about both to yank them into the alleyway for their final rites. The attack had been savage, violent, and almost sensual with the sheer reverential glee he'd displayed in relieving them of steaming entrails and spilling sacred blood. In fact, he'd become so overcome with the intermingled lusts for both blood and sex, that upon finishing the girl, he'd taken it upon himself to have her as she bleed out from the gaping wound in her throat. His lust spent for the time being, he'd dropped her to finish the job and now stood back to admire his handiwork. Gore painted the small alleyway and the man standing above the mutilated fallen, the blood that'd speckled his form now running from him in cloudy, pink streamers as the rain began to fall.

He departed quickly. Soon, the proper authorities would arrive, and while he enjoyed bloodshed, it was not a confrontation he'd like to have at that moment. And then the scent caught him...sexuality. Sensuous arrogance...Envy. A broad grin stretched upon boyish features and pushed the scar upon his cheek to its limits as he followed the pulse of energy and came upon the plump bottomed girl, allowed a hand (still tacky with the residue of his doings) to encompass that lightly bouncing rear as they stumbled along. Surely she would not refuse the sudden advance...after all, he was beautiful. Talented...dangerous. Pale lips parted to issue a faint, tinkling laugh, "So I see I wasn't the only one out for play time today, dear Envy...