Anybody open for a one-on-one roleplay with your friendly neighbourhood pothead? I'm open to any and all ideas! (15+, mature themes)

"Because I'm in your head now. Duh." she shrugs, grinning and still running backwards.

"Alright! Fire!" she yells, delighted.

Vē'Êtherñøth faces forward again, and soon enough they come to a village.

"First, let's find a place that's home to the rich, to prove that no matter how safe they think they are, something can always get to them." her grin turns murderous.

Vē'Êtherñøth grins, and finds the target house.

"This one. It has children." she says.

"So, how do we do this?" she asks, running straight up the side of the house without putting a single crack in it.

"What I mean is, how do we want to kill them all?" she laughs.

"Well, let's just flay one alive with fire." she nods, looking at Albethore. "That alright with you, Albewhore?"

"Yay!" she says, climbing into a window.

She produces a whip, a coiled tongue of fire. "Let's get this party started!"

Vē'Êtherñøth sneaks into the kids room first, binding them and dragging them quietly into the parents room. Then, quickly, she binds the father, and wakes everyone.

"Hello, bastards! We're her to kill you!" she says, cheerfully, as she uncoils her whip and flicks it, the sound of the crack like a flame roaring to life.

"No, get over here!" she says, grabing Albethore and bringing him up to the father next to her. "You need to help me."

"So… where should we start, human?" she snarls at the man, running an obsidian talon along his cheek, barely even touching him but cutting deep. As a matter of fact, her form seems to be turning to the hard, black, sharp stone, her eyes becoming coals. Her wings getting a membrane of magma between the "fingers". Her height increasing so that her head brushes the high, arched ceilings.

"Maybe… the toes?" she says, her voice now sounding like the crackle of a bonfire. She smiles, revealing black diamond fangs.

"Well, I didn't bring you here just to watch…" she smirks, continuing to tease the father.

"Well, human? Decide, or we secide for you." she says, quickly getting bored.

"Go ahead. Just make sure to cauterize it after. We don't want it to lose consciousness quite just yet…" she cackles, the whip cracking precisely across one of the human's toes. She listens to the scream that follows, grinning. Which looks like a grimace in her obsidian form.

"Cauterize. As in, burn the wound to prevent bleeding." she sighs. "I thought a demon as old as you would know what cauterizing a wound is, especially if it helps keep the victim alive."

She carefully snaps the whip to each other toe, all of them either set on fire or exploded. She relishes the screams that the human produces.

"You know what, I'm just going to let you do you, for now." she grins, the whip turning into a wicked dagger, serrated on both edges from the shearing guard up to the tip of the blade. She plunges the dagger into the human's hand, pinning it to the floor, the wound immediately smoking.

"So… for an unliving?" she cackles. She takes a piece of the arm, immediately cooking it with the heat coming off of her body and eats it.