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Alexis would twirl a blade around his finger, grinning, his eyes just as sly as always. He tapped his thigh with another blade and merely raised his eyebrows as Reaper spoke, seeming only amused and curious, like child mocking another with their constant grin. "You are mistaken. When I cut thread...person who died already ceases to exist....Is why I prefer da knives. At least den dere is a chance dat they will come back. With scissors...dere is no coming back...soul is gone too. Besides...nothing in this world is holy...but is fun to see people lie and say god lives." Then Alexis laughed as well and walked gracefully over toward Reaper before in a second he was gone and the next was beside Reaper, his arm curved round his shoulders like a friend bringing him into a hug however, instead, there was a pair of ancient scissors at Reaper's neck, snipping slightly at the thread that only Alexis could see around his neck. "Is cheap move...da blades of fate. I rather to die dan to end life so quick. I use twice..." Alexis put a hand to the belt upon his arm and looked pained. "...do not make me use dem on you..."

And then Alexis grinned like a pleased predator, "Is not sporting." he mused, leaning his head back to stare Reaper in the eye. "Is no parallel world...comrade...is nothing. Not even hell...when life ended by dem...Still...is fun to try." And with that Alexis used his other hand to turn and aim to slam a twisted looking, sickle-shaped, knife into Reaper's spine.

Alexis merely laughed once more and shrugged while shaking his head, as if dealing with an idiot. However he grinned and stepped over to where he had tossed the ancient-scissors earlier, picking them up slowly, as if they were more delicate than they appeared. "Well den...suppose should get serious da? Still purgatory would seem like heaven compared to not existing. But if dat is what you wish..." And with a laugh Alexis held the scissors aloft at arm's length, his back to Reaper before turning his scissors suddenly growing in the spin, becoming two very large intertwining blades which twisted slightly at the end. In the same moment Alexis himself seemed to have changed as his claws grew even longer in length, as did his pointed ears, his grin bearing nothing but sharp slanted teeth. And his body...his body seemed to constantly shift between that of a thirteen year-old's, his normal form in the prime of his life, and somewhere close to death, his hair turning as white as frost, though it was this last form he held the longest.

"Now fight interesting da? Or will you still beat my face in. Either way is fun for me." And Alexis giggled his voice forming something of an odd mixture of both aged and ageless cracking slightly as he shifted from thirteen to twenty-eight. And then Alexis' odd smirk became even more twisted as he reached up to touch a different thread. And this time his eyes were truly cruel. "Or ...shall I show you how much soul you still have by cutting sweet thread of girl dat intertwined with yours. Is touching way is connected to yours...almost as if it were love...and she had saved you. But dat can't be...because you and I am same. Demons...who cannot love." And at this Alexis hinted at something sinister as he gripped the thread harshly and raised his giant pair of scissors over the thread as if to cut it. "No matter how far away...no matter how strong...in dis form...no one can escape."

Alexis laughed, trinket indeed. He remembered a time when he had called it that too. But Alexis knew he was not a full demon...not like Satanus or Beelzebub or Lucifer...he was not like them...and yet was not human. He was not mortal nor immortal. He was not god nor man nor U.H. But he was so close to that old form of god-hood that the fates had known. They who would have had all creatures quake in their presence. If only...if only ...if only...but he wasn't and it was because to him the world was as defiled and as splintered as he. But still. He didn't like how Reaper decided to shuck him off as some cheap side-show attraction not worth a second look. And he didn't like him talking about his blades as if they were the source of what he was.

But it wasn't until he had grabbed his wrists that Alexis truly snapped. Yes. No more talking. He simply wanted to shut this guy up. He wanted a fight...not a martyrdom. And so Alexis jumped straight in the air, twisting his arm even further in Reaper's grip until the sickening snap sounded that it had broken. But Alexis did not feel it. Instead his body hung prone straight in the air as he twirled his blades and forced them with a speed faster than even demon-eyes could see toward the man's neck, where the thread of fate was most visible...and most vulnerable. And his golden eyes were wide and mad as was his grin as he also reached down to smash his lips against Reaper's. And inside, Alexis was screaming, laughing, and crying out all at once...because he could still feel those emotions of that part of himself which was younger and still held on to the last shreds of his sanity even as every last shred of his being was stolen from him.

It didn't matter to his older personae. They not only accepted it, they reveled in it, the conflict and the utter chaos that came from their very being. 'To hell!" he thought incoherently, 'Eris is my b***h! That woman...that woman... mama...are you STILL watching me from hell?"

Alexis would roll with the blow and when he stood his were full aglow, his hands twitching from the claws that grew there, his form shifting faster as if each one was running away from something. With sickening grin Alexis reached over and and forcefully snapped his arm back into place. Then with a sort of odd laughter, like three voices mixed into one, one Alexis' own, one much deeper, and one that was quite obviously feminine. ""Mythology...stopped having anything to do with US A long time ago. And we admit...we were never one of those sisters." his voice seemed to be fighting between anger, indifference, and laughter. And then all at once Alexis was simply Alexis again, the same smirk still in place.

And then with a laugh Alexis chucked his blades at Reaper and grinned, arm still outstretched as if suddenly feeling lazy. "If you feel you can use it...then fine....but you will never have strength to cut me with those. I should know...I've tried." And then Alexis smirked plucked a tune on the strings within the circle, which were too many to count. And then Alexis was gone and before him once more a hand aimed for Reaper's chest to plunge through and pull out his heart. His eyes just as mad, but no longer glowing, his form, his own.

If Alexis felt his heart being ripped from him he didn't show it. In fact, he didn't seem to make any indication that he was aware of what was going on around him. Instead he stood with the heart still in his hand, a gaping hole in his chest. The expression on his face like hat of a child's as they stare in a sort of stupefied manner at something they nearly understand but are still curious about. His lips lay slightly parted to form a small 'o' and his eyes remained blank as he stared ahead as if seeing someone again for the first time after a long absence.

Then, slowly, his smirk worked it's way onto his face until it became a grin like a shark's, full of teeth, his eyes tortured by pleased. With shoulders shaking in silent mirth he placed a hand to his face and seemed to raise his head slightly while never moving those golden hues from the same spot dead ahead. "Da, Lutkie...you're right...da. We are fools....worst kind." he muttered, not to Reaper but seemingly to another as if someone were standing before him. And then, Alexis' heart would burst into cold flame at the same time as the gaping hole in his chest.

His scissors would not have been destroyed by Reaper's touch, but instead would have seemed almost to sigh into his grasp like a lover, accepting the so-called changes he would make to them, reducing once more to their original size. And then as Alexis' heart burst into flames the blades would shudder and shoot toward the younger man, as if trying to kill him. However, the mad Russian would spin, catching the scissors in mid-air and continuing through the turn until he was once more in his original position, the two giant blades slung across his shoulders. Their form was now no different than when Alexis had first unveiled them, other than a sort of darkness which stirred in the light reflected upon the blades.

And Alexis would hum something sweet, soft, and Scandinavian before turning to face Reaper once more, the wound on his chest healing over already, the flames stitching it together. But Alexis could feel the pain as his wound healed as if someone were painfully burning and tearing away at his chest, and yet, he continued to smile in a way that was as cold and as confident as the devil's. "You...made me...go mad? Do not think so. Was already mad. Now? Now am just...annoyed. Fool man talk as if he know me inside and out. When is obvious...he know nothing. Since you know not...what I want most...da one thing that would make me turn against mad scientist. Instead you offer cash...and alliance...neither of which I hold any interest. The only group I take part in...has since died. And now they are mine. So make...better offer...or do as I have said before and send me back to hell. Death only minor inconvenience."

And then Alexis' smile grew into a cheshire's grin and laughed long and hard, going so far as to double over before staring Reaper in the eye once more. "Can you hear them den? The souls calling for me. " The russian gritted his teeth and grinned through tears of joy (or was it misery?) which streamed down his face once more, seeming suddenly elated. "Can you hear Judas calling for me to join him? I'm looking forward to it!"

Alexis tilted his head to the side and raised an eyebrow, as if annoyed before letting out a sigh and shaking his head, placing his hands upon his hips. "No ...no no...is no good. To think dat I would find people like dat woman now days." However Alexis simply laughed again and turned to retrieve his shirt, slipping it on without a care in the world, tucking away the weapons he had tossed away earlier. As he slipped them away into their hiding places Alexis talked, his regular mad smirk upon his lips, as if it were an everyday thing. "Ah devil will be mad...to think I will not visit for some time...is most ...hmmm.." Alexis paused and thought about it for a moment before laughing and turning to stare at Reaper with a look of almost mocking derision. "...well do not know really. Will miss da company...but is pain in a** to come back. "

Alexis laughed again then and as he buttoned up his vest and retied his tie he stared at Reaper with the eyes of a rival that is gleefully looking forward for another fight. "Well den...so long thread bind us...you must let no one cease your existence...I want reserve dat right for myself. After all...is everyone's fate to die." Alexis chuckled at the comment, as if finding it ironic or sarcastic before at last reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a cigarette, lighting it up and sticking it between his teeth. He then took a moment to brush off his pants and straighten his hair before at last commenting on his situation as if he had forgotten it." Seems better offer has been made den da? Well den ...was nice meeting you. But since I no longer am getting paid is best I go back to DAT place now."

Then Alexis turned, blowing smoke out through his nostrils as he swung his scissors and twirled them around his fingers until they were so small someone could mistake them for sewing scissors and tucked them away in a pocket next to his heart. With another look over his shoulder Alexis smirked and flashed his teeth past the f** in his mouth. "If you ever feel like dancing again...let me know....or if you just want to beat my face in...am up for dat too. Until den ...I have some stains I need get out...and children who need babysitting. Take care....comrade." Alexis added the last carefully, and with a snort before laughing loud and hard and saluting Reaper with his two right-hand fingers, both sporting ring tattoos. "If nothing else...is good to know dat I am not da only Reaper on this pathetic rock."

Alexis smiled at the pain...at the blood. He'd felt worse. Been dealt worse. And had dished out worse than this. The time he'd slept with the guy who slowly melted skin like acid...now THAT had been a fun-filled masochistic event. But THIS? This was just sad and pathetic. But still funny. I had Alexis laughing. So he would continue to call him boy. He would continue to think him ignorant...and would continue to spout off words as if he could read Alexis' mind. Ha! If he could do that he would still be standing there trying to sort out all the inane babble and random images which were always floating through the mad-russian's mind. The only person to have EVER been able to read his mind stopped after the first time...after all...it had made her kill someone.

So Alexis rode through the pain like some would ride through a merry-go-round, laughing, and feeling rather giddy at the nostalgic memories it brought up. Despite this however Alexis' mind WAS going a bit ...well...hazier than usual. Probably from blood loss. But he was sure that would come to an end soon. It always did. And if not...well...he'd come to that when he came to it. For now he continued grinning and laughing like a fool until at last he felt winded and raised his head to grin into Reaper's face.

"Da..da...have said before...you know me. You know what I want. So den...tell me...what do I want that you will keep from me? Death? No...is not desire...merely coincidence. Eternal damnation?...no...is merely side-road on my existence. Money?...no...can take what I want easily without paying...is merely fun to have. Power? Have already power end existence...but do not find it...fun. So den tell me ...what is my desire? In dis world...in my fractured world...what could I desire...conflict is comfort to me...so find better way to threaten...COMRADE." He laughed at the last word in a giddy sort of way, biting his lip near the end as if in mirth or ecstasy his eyes sparkling mischievously.

"Are missing most important thing friend....you are dealing with boy who is insane. Your reality not exist to me......reality is what I perceive ...and what I perceive...is twisted ...is different from yours. To me...death is dog who follows my steps ready to drag me back....what could you do to me that has not already been done?" As he asked this Alexis' eyes grew nearly lucid and his expression serious for the first time, almost sad...almost furious...as if daring him to try and make the existence he had known so far that much worse knowing that he couldn't. Telling him that he was not the only one had seen hell and experience torture...that he was not as much the 'boy' he thought he was.