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Ina falsh of cobalt he appeared standing next to his sister looking at the faceless body. He shook his head and appeared to be saddened. He had been concerned for his sister for some time. However, she wasn't always so easily found when she chose not to be.
Tis a shame to see one that appears to have been so young removed from this world so early. I take it that you knew who this person was, sister? If they were a freind, I am sorry for your loss.

He touched her. Something he shouldn't have even thought of. Instantly his hand went straight through her, almost like a ghost and Crimson turned to face him. Unable to predict Crimson's next move, a sudden force blew from her body, one laced with the darkness that was now her. Anyone around would be knocked back by this, unable to hold one's self against a sudden force, powerful to throw the heaviest person from their feet and into the nearest wall.

she pushed him to across the place using force to stop he grins as he say "Im flattered that you think so lowly of me that you do that, Hahahaha"His laugh was a little out of place then he looked serious to her "word of advice dont dwelve too much in darkness it could be harmful" he was calm "Im sure she was punish fairly"

Micheal tried to scream but, the heat had seared his throat and dried his tongue to the point that no sound could be heard coming from him. He had thought that he had had control of his flame now. Having worked with his sister to gain this. The attack hurt twice as much for that. He trusted...and maybe still does...Crimson with his life. For her to turn his abilities on him like that was a boggling betrayal for him. He wanted to run before he hurt someone. His own skin was burt and the pain was unbearable. He managed a look to Crimson. Had they not evaporated already, there would of been tears in his eyes as he managed to rasp a single word and ensure that she would know, at least on a subconscious level, that he still loved her despite her actions.
"Why?"

Crimson knew well his anger point something that she wouldnt have dare in the condition he was now with a sudden movement he ended up in front of her face the flames gone and with a simple touch he sent a force that would push anyone back no matter what form the person was "It never pass my mind to ever think that you would think of me. Yet i meant no harm and you come to me with such disgraceful words Pitiful, you havent changed at all not disthnguishing friend of foe. Your words come empty to me as you say such blasphemy against my wife and me, i wanted to help and be friends witi you yet you do this" his posture was calmed the guns her guns appeared and suddenly they were with its owner "Just pitiful"

Micheals vision had blurred and he fell to his knees. He had wanted to run away before he had hurt anyone. However, the ligaments and muscle in his legs had burned beyond function. The blurring visionw as actually the fluid in his eyes started to boil.
Then suddenly the pain died. Maybe it was the burning of the never endings but, it was something else he knew. There was a feeling. A warm in his heart that was not the pyre. He could of sworn he felt his sisters arms around him. A soothing whisper telling him that all would be fine. His vision started to clear as his body started to repair itself slowly. Still, he managed a look of contentment. He feared one thing more then his seemingly immenent demise and that was that his sister no longer cared.
All the comfort he needed in that moment was knowing that she still did.

Crimson had insults, yes. A lot for the man standing infront but she decided her breath shouldn't be wasted on such a creature. His attack, would have effect if she had legs, which were now quivering darkness.
"Hurt me." She whispered to him, in an eerie tone while her eyes, her eyes never once faultered. Unknown to Seisuke was the fact Crimson was now within him. Everything about it was stealth, therefore he would never know until any attacks were placed, but she wasn't going to phsyical pain.
When Crimson had passed through Seisuke before, she had left herself within him. Her soul self, a dark soul no one would ever sence. And with void years of training, Crimson was in there for good, unless someone with the same wisdom as her on possession was able to force the soul out of his body or hurt it. With her real self inside Seisuke, Seisuke was attacking the wrong soul, a soul that was nothing along with the other millions of souls within Crim. Her body was now nothing but a withering ghost of darkness without pleasure, nor pain. A cage to tortured souls.



Memories. Seisuke's sweet memories...

The withering body spoke, oice echoing and sounding as if Crimson's.
"You strick a nevre. Everytime." Crimson felt Seisuke was her's now, to do the worse but she wouldn't. She would pluck things here and there. Things Seisuke would hold close.
Crimson was were she wanted to be now. In the memory lock of Seisuke's minds. Memories, floating around, waiting to be remembered. Crimson found the one she wanted the most to destory. There were some horrible memories but who didn't have those? And there were happy memories, oh how important they are. More important than some wish to realise.
"First day with your Love. First day with your Ame..." Crimson whispered.