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Faye leaned in further toward Ice, pushing him harder against the wall. He would keep him there, pin him there, hold him there... All for his daring to act out, to speak out to him. No, he would not allow dominance, nor would he allow rudeness toward him, or what he perceived as rudeness. Though it was a strange and sudden change of moods for him. One moment so calm and then the next moment threatening the well being of this creature, and for the slightest thing. Though perhaps he was fully aware of how he was acting, perhaps this was the entire point, perhaps this is what defined their odd relationship. Was this love? Perhaps their love... "Filthy animal." he sneered, cutting his other hand across the lower back of the faun, making sure to cut the lines in deeply enough for them to sting for several minutes after the initial cut. "You will bleed for this." he...well, demanded, not spoke, simply demanded this. His right hand then pressed against the small of his back harshly. From there, he would feel a deep, intense sting and a sense of pressure. From his back, blood would literally have been pumped from him, and into Faye's hand. Ah...it would probably be an odd experience, a painful one...

The sneering expression upon Faye's face darkened, as his anger toward the faun seemed to increase. His daring to defy the suffering that he promised would indeed only cause further suffering upon him. "You wretch!" he ripped his hand out of Ice's back, then digging the claws into his left shoulder. This was not, however, for the use of pain but rather to hold him down. For what he would do next...would be so far worse. He pulled against the pressure Ice was undoubtedly using to keep his blood from being sucked, eventually freeing the hand away. Upon doing so, he would drive his four claws straight into the small of Ice's back up to the knuckle. He would then...slowly...carve his way upward. This was not like the light scratches he had made four, oh no... This was a set of deep, finger thick claw gaps that were being torn into Ice's body at a steady pace. The pain enough would kill a normal being...though...Ice was far from that.

And as the faun collapsed, Faye's claws would slip out of his fragile like body. He looked down at the collapsed beast, as the blood soaking his fingers seeped through his skin and became one with his body. Certainly he didn't show it, but he was enjoying the suffering he was giving, the pain to a creature that could take it indefinitely. It supplied his lust to no end, as well as offered a taste of exotic blood which he grew nourishment from. This was as symbiotic a relationship as any. "Yes... My wretch." his expression grew a smirk as he said that. If he were trying to hold it back, well...he certainly couldn't at this point. This was far too amusing not to at least give the slightest of grins. "And never forget that, beast."

The grin persisted, Faye's eyes never leaving the eyes of his beast. Ah, now came the choice of what it is he wanted this thing for on this night. Yes...a thing, that is what Ice was to him, after all. He was there for his use, giving himself away fully to the pink haired oddity. "Hm." he reached down to the faun, his hand gripping to the top of his head, fingers entwining with what hair it is able to grasp. And by using this handle, he would pull the faun up, bringing his head to about waist level with him. "Your Prince has his...ideas, most certainly. Open your mouth..." he told the faun, his smirk broadening.

*How many hours had the pain gone on for? He didnt know. He didnt care. All that mattered was the ongoing sensationsin his body and brain.
At its worst, he had ended up pinned to the wall by living tendons of Faye's flesh, which restrained him like chains, holding not only his wrists and arms but also his insides as the strands had pierced through the the wicked wounds in his back, curling around his spine and loose ripped flesh. Eventually, Ice had been unable to hold himself upright any longer and had sagged against both his bonds and his tormentor, spent.
Only then had Faye released him, to fall to the floor among the thick fluids flowing down the wall from his wounds, breathing hard, exhausted and sated. Loving eyes flickered up to Faye's face, Ice's own cheeks smudged with his own blood, his lower body and back covered in it, making him look more like the wretch and beast Faye claimed him to be than ever.
Dragging his body into a crouch, one knee bent, he showed off his massacred back as he bowed his head before Faye*

My prince...

*Even as Faye spoke, Ice turned his eyes up to him. He had not after all expected affection from his prince, and in its absence, he coudl only grin as his wicked wounds... closed. True, he shoudl not have had enough blood in his body to do this, to then stand as he did, fingers trailing down the death mask Faye placed on him, but he still did it. For Ice after all was NOTHING like what he seemed. Even Faye had not seen Ice's true limits physically, though possibly he had seen at least one extreme of Ice's emotions.
Regardless, the faun nodded as Faye removed himself ot feed, his hooves carrying him up to the top of the pedestal. Only AFTER Faye had left the entire area, including the hall of masks without, did he allow his form to begin to change. The black iced area locked down, denying any form of altered vision or sense seeing him as he assumed the form his brotehr assured him had been his before death. At his side, another form manifested, wordlessly handing him another piece of bone as he lifted off the mask of Faye and laid it in its cradle, then placed thsi new bone ove rhis own face.
Working the medium with his characteristic skill... he forged a third mask, which he then slid into a third groove which appeared in the stone - a hybrid of his own face... and Faye's.
Smirking down at his works, he sat and lit a cigarette, enjoying this moments peace*

"Its much easier to find the faults in others, then correct those in ones self. Although the problem with that, is its a human quality. My hypocricy is near about the only shread of humanity left, after my sense of whimsy."

Having followed the African willingly enough through to the Anon 'estate', the diablerist turned his eyes on the various living sculptures, of him. How they must loathe him just as much as they did Ice. For being the rottten seed of inspiration behind the albino fiends diabolique instruments.

His eye then fell on Bailey, and Ice as the albino entered to take his seat. Seeing fit to for now stand as he did, he held his hands over his lower back.

"The polar opposite? For that to be true, you'de have to adverse everything your brother is. You, the masochist, he the sadist...Though your both still monsters as I, and inhumane. Its however natural that you hold back from being open with your ways, Fear. While the Sons of Roan, and she herself are in the open eyes of the enemy, known and feared for the knowing better..What is more frightening then the unknown."

Rolling his neck, letting the joints pop and snap about like a string of chinese fire crackers the Diablerist slowly reached for his belt. With a deft motion he drew out a strap of leather and the katana at his side hit the floor, followed by the holstered Longinus that had been sitting against his lower back.

With both weapons laying on the floor at his feet, he forced his tail, the part of him most frequently that which gave away his true emotion, to coil in large spirals on the floor around him, rippling out from his position.

As his left knee came down, his right hand came to his chest, open palm resting over his necklace, the golden ankh as if he was being sworn in.

All the while, with his eye shut, he smiled like a truely content, peacful, and free man. Like a harmless man.

"Sirs."