[Song Meme] "Evil Incarnate" (Amrit/Mackenzie - Diamond Dogs)
As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent
You asked for the latest party
With your silicon hump And your ten inch stump
Dressed like a priest you was,
She stood across the room, watching the woman who was her nemesis and her ally. She had once thought she had a mean streak in her until she had met the veiled woman. Growling softly, she recalled the woman from her past…once she had been the most beautiful creature in the world. Mackenzie had learned quickly to judge the nature of someone not from appearance however…this woman was absolute darkness. Amusingly enough, this didn’t exactly keeper from admiring her from a distance. There was a sense of pride in the Hindi woman…what she hid behind the veil would scare most individuals if they knew the truth. She knew, she had seen it. What looked coy to others, was a brilliant façade meant to throw off enemies and foes.
Todd Browning streak he was
Crawling down the alley on Your hands and your knees,
I'm sure you're not protected
For it's plain to see
Stepping beside the other woman, the two of them were an impressive force that made even the pet Khaibit take a step back. They were an unlikely pair - both of them brought together for a common goal in the wake of death and despair. She was the other side of her coin, and a dangerous one at that. They had walked through the crowds in Canada holding a deadly conversation that chilled those around them who had even the smallest inkling of what was being discussed. Esmond had politely taken a step back as the veiled woman had smiled the entire time, her lips giving off a hint of polite discourse in the form of thinly veiled threats that were met with a barrage of polite disagreement and subtle denials and a determined streak. The poor Bishop standing at the Cardinal’s side could feel the iciness between the two women, but looked blankly at what they could be discussing in such a manner…if he had known, he might have called the Inquisition or Crusaders upon the veiled woman. Yet, blissful ignorance was his gift for the night, which was probably for the best.
Diamond Dogs are poachers
And they hide behind trees
Hunt you to the ground they will,
Mannequins with kill appeal
The malicious smile, the “I dare you to come fuck with me” attitude, and the slow, lazy walk of the predator gave the woman a façade of superiority that made her seem almost ten feet tall and bulletproof…though she did not demand protection, the others of the Circle gave it to her. Even those weaker predators who sensed the greater one in their midst flocked to her. Like a queen of darkness, she could sweep through the room. It was one of the things that she admired about the veiled woman. Watching the others in the room circle and slip away from the two of them was fun. Dealing with annoying twits who threatened both of them was not so much fun.
Will they come?
I keep a friend serene
Will they come?
Oh, baby, come unto me
She lifted the veil carefully, watching her world become painted in a shimmer of red and smiled. She wondered if this is what it felt like all the time, knowing one had infinite potential for danger, and yet, the subtle gesture of a façade of dignity? Watching the other woman in the priestly garb, she could not help but smile at the irony of the situation. Straightening the silk beneath her fingers, the two of them stepped onto the floor, not even needing to call upon their Daeva gifts to turn people’s heads. Moving across the floor, Acolyte and Sanctified turned to watch their procession and entourage…there were whispers, and looks of horror. People from all sides came to them…but for tonight, they were perfect mannequins with a single goal in mind…absolute destruction.
Will they come?
Well, she's come, been, and gone
Come out of the garden, baby
You'll catch a death in the fog
Young girls, they call them, the Diamond Dogs
Fast forward to a time later, a more private setting…the two of them sitting across from each other…so different, yet in so many ways, so similar. One would call upon the power of the goddess, one to call upon the gifts of the Lord. They divided the house, one would say, when they were in the same room. In her own court, they sat, watching each other, preparing to strike if the other struck first. Their words were biting, and once again veiled. It was the companion at Mackenzie’s side who caught wind of the words first, and even he knew to take a step back. It was always the same argument however, but never anything further behind it…to the Suicide Queen however, it wasn’t enough to encourage her to push back…after all, she had heard this argument a hundred times before. “You should be with us, blah blah blah.” It was always the same, no offers, no free dinner, just a faux attempt at a sithian commentary. It was however, quite entertaining…and even more entertaining to insert some chaos every now and again into the Circle, even if it earned looks of disapproval and dramatic sighs from the veiled woman.
In the year of the scavenger
Season of the bitch
Sashay on the board-walk
Scurry to the ditch
In another place, a church this time…Mackenzie had stood among the veiled woman, a celt, and the dark one, watching each of them make veiled references to each other. She knew this game only too well, and was entertained by it. Ironically, her and the dark one were on the same side, faced against the celt and the veiled woman. Even in a place of God, there were comments about places where people belonged. She suspected that the celt and the veiled woman knew each other, but she could not quite understand how or from where. They were too familiar however. Mackenzie had to listen to yet another round of a Circle conversion speech. It made her laugh inside. She eyed the two for a weakness however…the veiled one she could find none…no, she waited until the dark one and the veiled one had left before turning to the celt and focusing all her attention upon him. Let him see what she was capable of - she guaranteed he would not be on the veiled woman’s side next time. Not that it was a competition of course, but the less ammo the veiled woman had, the less of an opportunity for her to regain the upper hand….again.
Just another future song
Lonely little Keats
There's gonna be sorrow
Try and wake up for tomorrow
She wondered what would ever happen if the two of them, who were more alike than different, were ever on the opposite teams…Heaven help the city that stood in the way of their war…and Hell welcome the victims they would drag down screaming with them…
Come out of the garden, baby
You'll catch a death in the fog
Young girls, they call them
The Diamond Dogs