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I have two weeks, more or less, to the end of co-op. In that time, I have to finish a major benchmarking study, get a whole lot of graphs into a form that TIPPs can read, clean out a hard drive, clean out my desk, and find out what happened to the suede.
It's probably in Arizona.
Anyway. Heres Tanarill does not have a middle name. That is all.
Title: Dan Meets the Demon
Fandom: Why do I even bother with this anymore? DP (C) Butch Hartman, end of story!
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language
It wasn’t Heres Tanarill, Dan was sure of that. Sure, it was using the body of the young male that, for a brief few weeks, had been Heres Tanarill, but it quite definitely wasn’t the Walker.
“You’re not Rill,” he said.
“Nope!” said the whatever-it-was joyfully, and smiled.
It was not a nice smile.
It was the kind of smile that you’d expect to see on the face of a mad rapist, or a serial killer who cuts up and eats their victims. The teeth were far too sharp, and although Dan knew that empirically her–his–its incisors couldn’t be that long, it didn’t seem to care much. It was, in fact, the smile that he himself had worn for years, while he leveled the world.
“Who the fuck are you?” he asked.
“I won’t have a name until she gives me one,” it said. Its voice broke oddly across the word ‘she.’ It was a possessive, an endearment, a protection and benediction and plea.
Something clicked in Dan’s mind.
“You’re the demon in her heart,” he said, and then, “Is she all right?”
“Fine.” That so much fierce protective power could be put into one word was not surprising to Dan only because he himself had used that tone on more than one occasion. It was also a threat: Heres Tanarill had better be all right, or the person this demon was about to kill wasn’t just going to die, he was going to be hung up by his intestines. “She’s just gone Out for a bit. Checking up on some things. I’m waiting for her.” It looked at glanced at him sidelong and said, “You did a good thing, destroying that demon.”
Dan blinked, once. It wasn’t the same as the voice that had, more than eight months ago now, said “Good,” so firmly, but it was the same person. “Why are you happy that I killed another demon?”
Too-white teeth glinted. “I became a demon to find my besherut. That’s the only reason to ever become a demon. That one had no besherut. He worshipped himself. He needed to die. And it was good for you, too, killing him.”
There was a moment of silence that was on the brink of being uncomfortable when Dan said, “So, do you wanna go screw?”
“No,” said the demon. “As I said, I’m waiting for my besherut.”
Which is not the answer you'd expect from a demon, really, but that's because most demons you're likely to encounter are not Dives. Although he doesn't get upset when Heres Tanarill is unfaithful, because she never made any promises and besides, she needs to get laid more often, in his opinion. (Eska agrees.) He may or may not ask Dan to screw her again; it depends on if he can totally switch the body into a male before she gets back. He loves her, but that doesn't mean he won't get her angry if he feels it's something she needs.
I <3 my internet girlfriend.
I have two weeks, more or less, to the end of co-op. In that time, I have to finish a major benchmarking study, get a whole lot of graphs into a form that TIPPs can read, clean out a hard drive, clean out my desk, and find out what happened to the suede.
It's probably in Arizona.
Anyway. Heres Tanarill does not have a middle name. That is all.
Title: Dan Meets the Demon
Fandom: Why do I even bother with this anymore? DP (C) Butch Hartman, end of story!
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language
It wasn’t Heres Tanarill, Dan was sure of that. Sure, it was using the body of the young male that, for a brief few weeks, had been Heres Tanarill, but it quite definitely wasn’t the Walker.
“You’re not Rill,” he said.
“Nope!” said the whatever-it-was joyfully, and smiled.
It was not a nice smile.
It was the kind of smile that you’d expect to see on the face of a mad rapist, or a serial killer who cuts up and eats their victims. The teeth were far too sharp, and although Dan knew that empirically her–his–its incisors couldn’t be that long, it didn’t seem to care much. It was, in fact, the smile that he himself had worn for years, while he leveled the world.
“Who the fuck are you?” he asked.
“I won’t have a name until she gives me one,” it said. Its voice broke oddly across the word ‘she.’ It was a possessive, an endearment, a protection and benediction and plea.
Something clicked in Dan’s mind.
“You’re the demon in her heart,” he said, and then, “Is she all right?”
“Fine.” That so much fierce protective power could be put into one word was not surprising to Dan only because he himself had used that tone on more than one occasion. It was also a threat: Heres Tanarill had better be all right, or the person this demon was about to kill wasn’t just going to die, he was going to be hung up by his intestines. “She’s just gone Out for a bit. Checking up on some things. I’m waiting for her.” It looked at glanced at him sidelong and said, “You did a good thing, destroying that demon.”
Dan blinked, once. It wasn’t the same as the voice that had, more than eight months ago now, said “Good,” so firmly, but it was the same person. “Why are you happy that I killed another demon?”
Too-white teeth glinted. “I became a demon to find my besherut. That’s the only reason to ever become a demon. That one had no besherut. He worshipped himself. He needed to die. And it was good for you, too, killing him.”
There was a moment of silence that was on the brink of being uncomfortable when Dan said, “So, do you wanna go screw?”
“No,” said the demon. “As I said, I’m waiting for my besherut.”
Which is not the answer you'd expect from a demon, really, but that's because most demons you're likely to encounter are not Dives. Although he doesn't get upset when Heres Tanarill is unfaithful, because she never made any promises and besides, she needs to get laid more often, in his opinion. (Eska agrees.) He may or may not ask Dan to screw her again; it depends on if he can totally switch the body into a male before she gets back. He loves her, but that doesn't mean he won't get her angry if he feels it's something she needs.
I <3 my internet girlfriend.
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Date: 2007-03-14 05:06 pm (UTC)I really really like the describtion of the demon. He is neat and scary and shiny.