Execution, Insults, Throwback (Shield City drabbles)
The longer I go without posting this, the less likely I am to. So here we go!
Title: Execution, Insults, Throwback
Universe: SHIELD CITY(prequel)
Possessiveness: Original fiction. Mine. *hugs it close*
Characters: Noahl Alatsun
Warnings: Creeptasticness, sociopathy and implied (mostly) violence.
Rating: PG-13
Word count: ~500
Summary: Noahl Alatsun is perfect. Too perfect. His children have seen him practicing.
Beta Thanks: Wait, editing?
Author notes: Three strongly connected drabble-like things covering a point I've always wanted to express about Noahl Alatsun ( Haylan Sucasanna's older half-brother) and the Alatsuni (a race of half-demon, half-humans). I've been watching a lot of Criminal Minds lately, and it's really helped define Noahl's personality. And not because he profiles people, yo. Concrit is so cool I may need a coat.
EXECUTION
There’s a difference between a killing and an execution.
The sinner feels the difference in Noahl’s hand on the back of his neck, fingers almost long enough close.
“Do you like it?” he asks. Like I do.
Noahl considers, serious, quiet, with the same intensity with which he evaluates jokes, and people and his own smile. The sinner feels comforted, honored, in a way by that regard. If it had been Noahl’s father behind him, he would be dead already.
“Sometimes,” Noahl replies.
The sinner feels the hand tighten, and then the snap, and then nothing.
If Noahl had wanted, the sinner could have just felt nothing.
~*~
INSULTS
Among a people with no marriage and few sexual taboos, profanity is different. The Alatsuni are all bastards, all whores, all monsters, and the last is the only one they fear.
The wings bred true from their demonic ancestors, so a child without them is “wingless”: a weak, crippled, victim (on the surface at least). The rage and hunger bred true, so one who gives into those needs and takes without asking is a “rager” or a “rapist” (both fatal offenses).
The Alatuni respect the truth. Call a man a whore, call a woman a bitch, and if he fucks and she snarls, those are truth and the accuser cannot be touched. Only a lie results in duels, challenges, deaths.
People have died over lies. People have fought over them. But only rarely do they fear the truth.
~*~
THROWBACK
To be Alatsuni means to be half-demon. To have at least one ancestor that comes from the demonic dimensions, places called Hell and Torment and Fire by the ancients, and still feared by wise men.
All Alatsuni are mixed. Anyone could be a throwback. A wingless , a rager, a pure-sex slut could each be a throwback to some aspect of the Alatsuni ancestry.
Noahl Alatsun is perfect. He smiles when he should, and snarls when he should, and rules easily because his father did.
Too perfect. Too smooth. His children have seen him practicing sometimes, when to laugh, when to let rage slid into his eyes. He plays the part, and plays it so well that people forget, sometimes, that he’s playing at all.
But they still know.
His grandmothers were demons. Respectively, the strongest succubus and the strongest blood-demon the Mage ever corralled. But when the Alatsuni think of him as a “throwback”, or worse, a “purebred” they don’t fear the demons.
They fear the Mage, the source of their race, the madness in their bloodline. And they see him in Noahl’s-his grandson’s-smile.
Title: Execution, Insults, Throwback
Universe: SHIELD CITY(prequel)
Possessiveness: Original fiction. Mine. *hugs it close*
Characters: Noahl Alatsun
Warnings: Creeptasticness, sociopathy and implied (mostly) violence.
Rating: PG-13
Word count: ~500
Summary: Noahl Alatsun is perfect. Too perfect. His children have seen him practicing.
Beta Thanks: Wait, editing?
Author notes: Three strongly connected drabble-like things covering a point I've always wanted to express about Noahl Alatsun ( Haylan Sucasanna's older half-brother) and the Alatsuni (a race of half-demon, half-humans). I've been watching a lot of Criminal Minds lately, and it's really helped define Noahl's personality. And not because he profiles people, yo. Concrit is so cool I may need a coat.
EXECUTION
There’s a difference between a killing and an execution.
The sinner feels the difference in Noahl’s hand on the back of his neck, fingers almost long enough close.
“Do you like it?” he asks. Like I do.
Noahl considers, serious, quiet, with the same intensity with which he evaluates jokes, and people and his own smile. The sinner feels comforted, honored, in a way by that regard. If it had been Noahl’s father behind him, he would be dead already.
“Sometimes,” Noahl replies.
The sinner feels the hand tighten, and then the snap, and then nothing.
If Noahl had wanted, the sinner could have just felt nothing.
~*~
INSULTS
Among a people with no marriage and few sexual taboos, profanity is different. The Alatsuni are all bastards, all whores, all monsters, and the last is the only one they fear.
The wings bred true from their demonic ancestors, so a child without them is “wingless”: a weak, crippled, victim (on the surface at least). The rage and hunger bred true, so one who gives into those needs and takes without asking is a “rager” or a “rapist” (both fatal offenses).
The Alatuni respect the truth. Call a man a whore, call a woman a bitch, and if he fucks and she snarls, those are truth and the accuser cannot be touched. Only a lie results in duels, challenges, deaths.
People have died over lies. People have fought over them. But only rarely do they fear the truth.
~*~
THROWBACK
To be Alatsuni means to be half-demon. To have at least one ancestor that comes from the demonic dimensions, places called Hell and Torment and Fire by the ancients, and still feared by wise men.
All Alatsuni are mixed. Anyone could be a throwback. A wingless , a rager, a pure-sex slut could each be a throwback to some aspect of the Alatsuni ancestry.
Noahl Alatsun is perfect. He smiles when he should, and snarls when he should, and rules easily because his father did.
Too perfect. Too smooth. His children have seen him practicing sometimes, when to laugh, when to let rage slid into his eyes. He plays the part, and plays it so well that people forget, sometimes, that he’s playing at all.
But they still know.
His grandmothers were demons. Respectively, the strongest succubus and the strongest blood-demon the Mage ever corralled. But when the Alatsuni think of him as a “throwback”, or worse, a “purebred” they don’t fear the demons.
They fear the Mage, the source of their race, the madness in their bloodline. And they see him in Noahl’s-his grandson’s-smile.