the garbage dumpster in the alley

[Nephilim]

"Fuck you, bitch." he growled, starting to glow red.

[Chthonia]

"Is that your final answer?" Isabel asked.

[Nephilim]

Nephilim's response was to start to sit up, as he spat at her.

[Chthonia]

Chthonia sighed "I hoped you'd be reasonable. Mockery, dear, have fun, but leave him alive and on Bowen's doorstep in an hour."

[The Mockery]

"Pkay too TouCH the Head noW?" she asked, politely.

[Chthonia]

"The head is still mine, and leave the wings attached, I think." Chthonia said, narrowing her lips appraisingly.

[The Mockery]

The Mockery grinned like 10,000 maniacs, pulling out three surgeon's scalpels.

These it should be noted, were sparkling clean.

[Nephilim]

Nephilim glowed, bright orange this time. If he couldn't get away, he could at least deaden the pain. He hoped.

[The Mockery]

The Mockery, however, appeared to have an almost encyclopedic knowledge of neurology. She gleefully cut into his flesh, lighting up nerve pain clusters Nephalim didn't even know he had.

Unfortunately, her suturing work was not nearly as exquisite. she was able to keep him from bleeding to death from her delicate touch, but the scars would last for a very, very long time.

This went on for hours...