As I've always done...
I've always done what I wanted. From the moment I knew when my fate would be sealed, I lost all mortal attachment to my humanity.
I knew when I would die, so I knew I could get away with anything. What were they going to do, kill me? Imprison me?
Please. I knew where, and when I would die. As long as it wasn't there and then, I was untouchable.
After surviving assassination attempts from lords, nobles, and even the common man, it didn't take long for people to assume I was immortal.
I was titled the Phonus, a bringer of slaughter and killing. In Greek mythology, the Phoni were beings described as spirits of killing outside of war. Killings done by murderers, monsters, and scumbags
By people like me.
No....there's no one like me.
Or does my memory fail me?
"Get away from me!" A woman screamed, feet smacking against the ground in desperation, scuffing up dirt as she turned the corner, her tears trailed behind her as she fled. A tear strayed behind, splatting onto the cheek of an ashen haired man.
The man continued to walk as the tears streaked down his skin, landing on his lip.
His tongue slid between a stretching grin, the saltiness spreading across his tastebuds. "Run, run..." He chuckled, running his finger down the blade of a small dagger in his hand. "Make me work for it."
The man turned the corner, the woman ahead of him, wide-eyed in horror, a dead-end in front of her and him behind, turned abruptly, gripping the bricks and facing him. "Please....get away!" She wailed, legs shaking beneath her.
"Sorry, but..." The man took a step forward, and the woman's legs gave. She dropped to the ground with a yelp, her eyes locked on him.
"I don't think I will." He bent down as he came closer, and she flinched, scrunching herself up.
"Why...why are you doing this to me...?" She cried.
The man pouted, though a small smile quickly returned. "Oh, no reason...you're really not special." He lifted his hand to her cheek, stroking it with his index finger as she whimpered beneath it. "It's just..."
"Who's going to stop me?"
I lifted my arm, the woman clenching her eyes shut at the movement. "Hey, look at me." I pinched her cheek lightly, my expression dropping to almost a scowl. Reluctantly, her eyes fluttered open, another streak of tears sliding down her soft, tender skin. "That's right, just take a look." I flashed her another smile, turning her head slightly towards my lifted arm.
Her eyes fell on the black, glittering lettering immortalized in my skin. '09/25/1273, 2:35 p.m., Konzaku Prison, Cell 0' "Y-you're th-the the th-" With a snicker, I cut her off.
"That's right. I am The Phonus." I nodded, wiping the tears from her face. Her eyes wandered, following my fingers, a whine breaking through her lips against my touch. "But...that's not who I am. I have a name, just like you."
"What is your name?"
The woman closed her eyes again, shuddering, and tensing her muscles entirely. I sighed, dropping the knife in my outstretched hand. "Hey, now now, I asked you a question." my fingers danced, gliding down to her throat.
"Tell me your name before I do something you regret." She cried out, my fingers tightening harshly around her neck.
"M-Mario-Marionette...Marionette J-Jaya!" She choked out, fingers clawing deep, dragging skin off the fingers that bound her. I released her, and she dropped, coughing haggardly.
I reached for the knife again, pinching the blade between my thumb and forefinger. "There, was that so hard?" I asked, caressing her cheek once again, massaging her throat when my hand slid down. "Sorry for hurting you, Marionette. You should've answered sooner."
"My anger takes ahold of me sometimes. Blame my father."
"tsk..." Sighing, I sat back, leaning on my hand behind me. I chuckled breathily, looking up at the sky. "My father....what a handful he was." I laughed lightly. " He named me after an Angel, for gods' sake."
"I mean, look at me!" I jolted up, and she jumped, scrambling back against the wall. "Do I seem like an Angel to you, Mary?" Leaning forward, I place the edge of my blade against her warm skin. "Come on, doll. Be honest."
"But be careful about how you move. You might get hurt." I couldn't help but laugh, her whimpering so adorably. Trapped there. She nodded. "Good answer, but..." she cried out, as I forced my closed fist into her soft gut. My smile was ripped away, and I glared down at her with disgust. "I told you to be honest." The blade broke her skin, a tiny bit of blood trickling down the cold metal blade.
"But, you've been a good listener, for what I've said." I breathed, standing up. The girl put a hand to her neck, trembling at the feel of blood. "Don't worry, it's just a little scratch. You'll live
a while longer, Marionette Jaya."
Turning from her, I started to walk away. "Keep it as a reminder," I called back, wiping her blood from my knife, touching my bloodied fingers to the tip of my tongue. "And feel free to boast."
"You're the only person Azazel Sanguis has met and left alive." I grinned, glancing madly over my shoulder. "So long."