3am is the Best Time to Write Things

[Alice Ruth King]

Especially totally awesome rap... things. I don't think it can even be classified as a real song xD

I'M HEIDI KLUM

That's also my dA account, if you wish to peruse the rest of my lovely little crackfics.

I might write some more crack concerning Alice, Azar, other characters... that kind of thing.

[Dahlia Ravana]

Didn't I say that I was going to post more shenanigans? Well, get ready for the stuff I think about before I go to sleep. These characters haunt me~

Also, a warning; it's a wee bit graphic.

Dahlia was sitting in her music room, playing whatever melody came to her mind. It drifted from Für Elise to Moonlight Sonata, to Clair de Lune, even to the Andante Grazioso Sonata. Her long fingers brushed each note delicately, pleasantly, and hearing the plink of each note as it hit, intense and beautiful, calming and soothing. Dahlia noticed a young man standing in the doorway, waiting patiently for her to finish; he knew better than to interrupt her. Soon, though, she turned to him and asked his buisness.

"The prisoner is ready for you, ma'am." He gave a stiff bow. "If you would follow me." Dahlia rose, already dressed in her white suit. She serenely followed the tense young man, a small smile on her face.

"Please, relax, I won't bite." Dahlia's voice was soft and warming, and the man did relax a small bit. It wasn't long before the two arrived in the chamber where the prisoner was currently being held (and by held, I mean by his ankles to about four feet above the air, bound, gagged, and blindfolded).

"Oh my, a human? Quite unusual as of late. Well, let him down, please." Dahlia watched as the man was lowered and put onto a table, where his limbs were strapped down and his blindfold and gag removed. Dahlia hovered over him while he blinked and let his eyes adjust to the light. She saw now that he was no doubt possessed- his eyes were an unusual shade of gold, and the whites of his eyes were, well black. Dahlia kept her smile.

"P-please, let me go, I'll talk, I'll talk I'll tell you more, I'll tell you everyth-" His stutter conveyed the true fear welled up inside of him; Dahlia's expression didn't change an ounce.

"Oh, I know you'll talk. To be honest, you've given us quite a bit of information already, but this part of the torture's just for fun." Dahlia patted the side of the man's face and turned to her table of instruments (all sterile, of course). She selected her lucky scalpel, and turned back to the bound prisoner. "Now, let's think. What word should I carve into your chest, right here?" She brushed her fingertips along the man's bare skin, right over his heart. "I must say, many words come to mind. Ooh, I think I know just the one." With that, Dahlia pressed the blade deep into the man's skin, his scream ringing out. She carved the word 'demon' right over his heart, and hummed Moonlight Sonata as she worked.