Puppet Master *GRAPHIC WARNING

[lily tomlinson]

((OOC: This is much like Titan's thread Silence is Golden, in the fact that I'm trying to get Liam into his creepy!Evil mode again.... from waaay back in the day. It's basically a few one-shots, of Liam being the sick puppy he was born to be. For those that are squicked by torture (and trust me, this might just be even worse than every day torture. o.O), I highyl suggest not reading. And onward!))

"When the Devil is too busy
And Death's a bit too much
They call on me by name you see,
For my special touch.
To the Gentlemen I'm Miss Fortune
To the Ladies I'm Sir Prize
But call me by any name
Any way it's all the same"

A plush leather chair took up residence off to the side of the open floor of Liam's warehouse. Occupied by none other than himself. He'd given all but a few of his employees the day off, as was his fashion when he decided to get down to business. A dark, finely tailored business suit was his outfit of the day, black was best to show no signs of blood, though no doubt he'd leave reeking of it.

Ah, but what a delightful smell it was. And what fun!

"I'm the fly in your soup
I'm the pebble in your shoe
I'm the demon in your bed
I'm a bump on every head
I'm the peel on which you slip
I'm a pin in every hip
I'm the thorn in your side
Makes you wriggle and writhe And it's so easy when you're evil
This is the life, you see
The Devil tips his hat to me
I do it all because I'm evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need"

A rueful grin- just a touch over the side of insanity- made it's way onto his lips as the lights dimmed, and the music began to play. Strung from the ceiling by a contraption of strings, was the fair Helena. The fair, spineless Helena. His little puppet, and he the puppet master. The strings, ah yes, he conducted them with a nice little control set in front of him, making her dance around against her will.

"While there's children to make sad
While there's candy to be had
while there's pockets left to pick
While there's grannies left to trip down the stairs
I'll be there, I'll be waiting 'round the corner
It's a game. I'm glad I'm in it
'Cause there's one born every minute
And it's so easy when you're evil
This is the life, you see
The Devil tips his hat to me
I do it all because I'm evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need"

Little doll couldn't move without a master, after all. And she'd have to live without a spine for eternity. It would never regrow. And today, was just another plus for him. A time to add to the torture. Removing such an important bone structure was not enough. No.

I pledge my allegiance, to all things dark
And I promise on my damned soul
To do as I am told, Beelzebub
Has never seen a soldier quite like me
Not only does his job, but does it happily.

This was his element, his job, the one thing he found most pleasure in. And soulmate or not, he would not change his ways. Even if he was nicer to Laurel, she was only an exception, the other's... well, they could make up for his behavior. He could take it out on them. And Helena was the perfect little puppet of the moment, dancing by strings, old wounds pulled open by each sudden tug of the controls. A new wave of fresh blood spilling to the floor, running along the cement in fine rivulets.

It was just so.... deliciously evil. Ah, this was the life!

"I'm the fear that keeps you awake
I'm the shadows on the wall
I'm the monsters they become
I'm the nightmare in your skull
I'm a dagger in your back
An extra turn upon the rack
I'm the quivering of your heart
A stabbing pain, a sudden start."

But.... ah.... something was missing, wasn't it? Such a pity. Pity. Pity. Clucking his tongue, Liam set the controls aside, abandoning his seat as Helena swung by the contraption, her feet barely brushing the ground. But even though she was paralyzed, she still had all the burning hatred in her eyes. Just raw hatred and anger. All that was there.

And what was missing...

"It gets so lonely being evil
What I'd do to see a smile
Even for a little while
And no one loves you when you're evil," he crooned along to the song, brushing a finger across her jawline, down her neck and then along the open wound of her stomach.

There was shining disbelief in her eyes at such a statement from him, and a smirk slowly curved upon his face. A look of a devil, a maniac, The Ripper. And there it was. What he'd been missing all along. Fear crept into her eyes, and the hatred was finally overshadowed. Fear. What he'd wanted all along.

Perhaps it was the look, the devil's gleam in his eyes, or perhaps, more likely, it was his hand that had just dumped her intestines onto the floor.

"I'm lying through my teeth!
Your tears are all the company I need"

Ah, the old Liam, Jack the Ripper!, was finally back on his game.

[lily tomlinson]

((OOC: Still has the graphic warning. May perhaps be angrier for Liam than usual, since I'm living vicariously though Liam at the moment. Got stood up by my male tonight, and well, let's just say the NPC Vamp in this scene is him, thank you very much. *End rant ))

Title: I'll Make a Man Out of You

Liam's hackles were usually not raised so easily. He usually took great pleasure in hunting, and in killing. Sure, he did it for business, but it was still a contentment he drew out of it.

He'd only used killing as a means of bloodlust and revenge once before, and on the sister who'd spit on his mortally wounded person. And now, this was a revenge on the worst sort of men. One who'd thought it wise to mess with one of Seth's female employees, and one of whom Liam considered a good friend.

One arrogant, womanizing Lamia boy by the name of Azrahaal Redfern had thought it funny to stand the girl up. She'd been the type who was untrusting, but he'd slowly wormed his way into her life and had her falling for him. And though usually played the tough act, tonight had been one where she'd been uncharacteristically romantic. She'd bought his favorite ice cream. His favorite drinks. Had planned a whole picnic for him.

And she'd waited.... and waited. The clock ticked on, the hours passed by, and no sign of him was found. She'd waited all day, all evening for him to show. Waited by her cell phone until finally she couldn't take it anymore. She'd texted him to see if he was going to show up, and his reply? A simple, cold, "Nope sorry".

And who did she rant to? Liam, of course. He'd been the first person to happen upon her. And behind her anger, even he could tell she was crushed, and really just wanted to drown her sorrows in booze, cry the night away and forget it had ever happened. And Liam had been furious.

Such men as Azrahaal gave a bad name to men everywhere.

So tonight Liam was taking action. His first part of his mission was to kidnap the idiot boy. A simple task with vampiric chloroform on a cloth placed over Azra's air passages. The next was keeping him sedated long enough to cut him open, break his ribs, and then place a wooden contraption over the boy's heart. Reset the bones, let him heal up quick, and then drop him off at home, with a whispered,

"I'll make a man out of you."

See how long the boy fared with that one.

And it was with a feeling of great victory on his revenge that Liam watched the boy try to womanize yet another one of Seth's females. Only to wind up writhing on the floor of the Black Iris, skin turning black and ashen as the wood poisoned him from the inside out. The choking, the red blood that foamed out of his mouth as the wood took over and his organs failed. And then the eyes, panicked horror-stricken eyes, turned flat and lifeless.

And soon all that was left of that arrogant, womanizing lamia... All that was left of Azrahaal Redfern was a pile of ash, soon swept away by uncaring dancers feet.

And revenge, was ever-so-sweet in Liam's mind, his plans a success as usual. And the girl? Well, her anger was lived vicariously through Liam, but it made her very happy indeed.