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*Ice slit his own wrist with his tail, holding it over Leer's cup, then settling back into his throne, spreading his hands, the chasm beginning to heal itself. The bodies on the floor sank into the ice, vanishing forever beneath the glossy surface, decomposing as they did. The wall sbegan to repair and though the place was now totally lacking in the usual 'decorations' Ice preferred, it would give him something to do until Leer returned*

Dont disappoint me now, Leer....

*He was grinning madly as he said it, giving his childe leave to begin his hunt when he was ready*

"Hurry already, wench! Quit your delays!" A loud, roaring order that echoed through the halls of the cavern which Faye had begun growing accustomed to, even after so long being away. His words, swift and fierce, were given out to the beast which followed him. No longer was his hand entwined with Ice's though, rather both of them were slipped into the pockets of what was left of his pants. He 'unsheathed' his arms from the sleeves of the long coat he wore, leaving it draped of his shoulders like a cloak, head tilted down and face a sense of brooding and inner thought not often seen on the calculative monster. "I wish to look at this no more!" he had referred to his scarring, the intricate lines marking across his chest. His coat was bloodied, patches soaked through to the point of dripping, as were the remnants of his torn apart pants. His now exposed arms showed larger portions of torn away flesh, hanging with small worm like tendrils which writhed about from within the wound and pieces of barely held together muscle over bone. The wounding he had inflicted was far from reserved, though he made no mention of his attacker on their way here. Interestingly enough, though, was the fact that despite the barbaric and brutal nature of his arms, legs, and the still repairing remnants of his lower jaw, the scarring on his chest was quite... Precise. Regardless, he hardly kept his eyes off of the marking, so much so that it caused him to all but ignore Ice... "Keep moving! Fetch me something to devour, many things, I can no more stand to wait idle!" ...save for his need of sustenance, a wait which further aggravated and was steadily driving him toward violent responses.

Faye seemed to... Flow through the caverns, as if he knew his path; his destination. He did not, or would not, respond to Ice's first comment as they came upon the main room and its pair of thrones. Throughout the way here, Faye's eyes did not lift or move to note the vast emptiness of the area; yet it wasn't as if he didn't notice, even in the state he was in. Halfway through the main room, and his shoulders shrugged back the badly stained coat he had draped across himself. He exposed his back and body almost fully to the faun, another large, gaping, yet precise wound marked across his back. The arm wounds were more visible, large areas open and portions of muscle like shredded strands of meat slipping across the skin. At the last few steps of his movement, he seemed to grow dreary, weak, turning into the right throne and dropping back into it. Faye's head threw back, his eyes half closing, straining; blood droplets beginning to leak from within the sockets and down his cheeks. "I..." his body gave an idle, few twitches; in part from anger and in part from the wounding. He wasn't 'shedding tears' however, the blood was an involuntary response from the apparent strain of an otherwise reserved sense of anger; literally he was squeezing the blood from his head trying to contain himself. "...His idea of a... Of a warning, to deter my involvement; as if I would bother myself..." he stated, in an exasperated tone.

His head had slowly came off of the back of the throne, narrowed eyes marked onto his feast. There was little hesitation for such... Cattle, plain and simple. His left arm immediately stretched, despite the torn muscle and exposed bone, it extended and went out far beyond the expected capacity. The claws sunk deep into the right shoulder and chest region of the male of the group of three; pulling him in. Faye raised from his seat as he did this, extending his right arm next. A crack was heard, bone shifting, altering, as the fingers of his hand tore and extended like a set of five tentacles. Reaching out, they dug straight into the center of one of the remaining two's chest. All at once they struck where the heart was, causing a rush of sudden and inexplicable pain through the cattle's body. The reason became quickly apparent, as a crimson hue of energy rushed from the creature's body and through those extended fingers, flowing through Faye's arm; gathering to the center of his being. Just as with the vampiric beings he had been associating with, Faye drew on the life of other more 'common' living creatures in order to further sustain himself. And though he preferred to simply devour them to gain this energy, it had always been within his ability to 'bleed' it out of them through some form of physical penetration.

The first he had grabbed was now being torn into, bitten and chewed, flesh stripped, its head half eaten and the rest soon to follow. As he gorged himself and consumed the energy directly from the other, portions of flesh began to regrow. His jaw completed the work it had started before, areas of muscle and much of himself was becoming whole. The blood that had seeped from his eyes was soaking back into his head, and the 'color' of his skin, or at least as much as it normally had, was properly returning. However... His chest and back remained mostly... Intact, the markings showing barely any noteworthy change.

The blood was quick to soak into his skin as quickly as it covered it. It was hardly long before Faye had finished the first of his meals. Moments after he would pull in the almost husk like figure of the other creature, devouring it even more swiftly than the last given its much weaker and smaller frame. "No..." lust in his eyes, he wiped the blood from his lips, the fluid absorbing into his skin. "This is the mark, the coming of another holy war. The both of them drunk with their own power. An..." he looked down "What?!" he said with a hiss in his voice, looking upon the mark on his chest. "It won't...!" he narrowed his eyes, not even bothering to look back. He didn't need to, he could tell it was the same on his back... The wounds had not completely healed. Faye struggled, he attempted to force it, but try as he might he managed only to close it enough to leave scarring, and this angered him further. "Nrgh! This... This is not..." ...Possible? It shouldn't be... "...This is not merely a message to me..." he grimaced, leaning down toward the struggling woman, grabbing her by the neck and clutching her throat. "He can weaken, worsen my regeneration... He means to share this information, through me, to you... To your kind, if he can do this to me, he can no doubt do it to the Anon and the DeSeer. He means to deter any involvement we have one way or another..." his hand moved, pressing against the woman's chest now, claws lightly slipping into her skin to cause a sharp pain which she cried out from. "And I..." he held her up, almost displaying her in front of Ice. "I... I am infuriated by his audacity. That he of all people would think to demand of myself such a thing!" as he fumed over this, the woman's body quivered. The quivering turned to convulsions, her struggling for breath futile as pain overtook her whole form. Whelps and bloats formed across her entire body, pressure built, and all at once she exploded. Blood poured over Faye's body, as well as the faun's, boiling across his skin from an intense heat that would cause just a taste of the pain that Faye clearly was ready to show him. The monster, this prince, drew ever closer as he leered, fingers extending like claws before his pet beast on approach.

And at first, Faye would not respond to the words of the faun before him. His head turned down, eyes glancing along his right hand, the fingers stretched out a good five inches in length. The lengthy, gaunt, clawed digits were a grotesque contrast to the standard proportions the rest of his body showed. He had no answer to give to Ice, no response about his clan or the DeSeer, at this point it didn't matter what any of them did. This monster wanted blood, it wanted suffering, and before him was the very b***h presenting himself for that purpose. He pushed his hand forward, five digits piercing through Ice's belly as if it were made of warm butter. However, despite the pain of the impalement, the claws were not actually cutting his body... But melding into it. Faye curled his fingers in as they went into Ice's stomach, bending them so that they moved upward and barely grazed whatever misshapen variation of organs such a creature like him would have. The beast would feel them squirming, extending, and moving through his torso like worms. At the exterior, the hand was visible only up to the palm, the rest of it inside... No, not just 'in' Ice, but the flesh was somehow bonded with his. Where Faye's skin tone ended, and Ice's began was visible, as the two skin sets were melded. But a moment later, Ice would feel the five fingers now evenly wrapped like a web across every organ and bone within his torso. And in that same moment, he would also feel various prodding spikes, like barbed wire, forming in specific sections as the worm like extensions tightened and squeezed. But it wasn't merely this internal feeling that would be felt, no... It was also another, stranger feeling. The sensation of his skin, in various places, starting to twist and bend awkwardly. His very outer later of flesh was being manipulated, with vein like branches of Faye's pigment forming from around the penetration point of his hand, twisting and manipulating Ice's skin the more it grew out; the feeling would perhaps be both 'different' and painful.

It was at that moment... Faye reached his hand out to the faun, the left hand, placing it across his right cheek. "Through your suffering, beast... I shall take my pleasure, and relinquish my anger in a swell of violence." he said this almost hatefully at Ice's direction, as if his anger were being channeled in a softer, but more frightful manner. Seconds after speaking, he leaned his head toward Ice, biting into his lower lip. With his fangs bared as they were, they tore piercing holes into the lip, from which Faye drew blood from as he followed the act with a passionate and almost violent form of deepened kiss.

Faye did not move as Ice lost himself, as he slipped down, as he went to his knee. In fact, his arm did not lower, did not provide or allow the movement so that he could go to his knees. Rather, the beast would be left to hang against his prince's arm, which was still melded within the faun so that he would remain slumped over. Faye was very silent to Ice, staring down before his lover, his slave, his toy. With little emotion shown through his eyes, yet the slightest hint of amusement upon his lips, he began to lift Ice up. His strength proved to be more then adequate, lifting the beast from the floor as if he were a rag doll in his hand. Faye would raise him well above his own head level, narrowing his eyes before the eyes of the beast. "Indeed I can..." he replied, flexing the hand which melded into Ice's body it was then that it happened, atll at once. The sharp, spine like points across the extended, tentacle like fingers began to grow at a furious pace. Along with it, the vein like roots across Ice's body followed, drawing from the point of penetration and throughout the body. The vein lines formed throughout his torso, across his arms in groups of three to four, down his legs, and over his face. Moments passed as the pain surged through, and Faye's like expression changed, his lips spreading slowly. The beast could feel it... He could sense it, something far stronger was beginning to happen. It would overtake, overwhelm, perhaps cause Ice's very senses to go numb, though not in that instant. Red lines, not the veins, but separate red lines began to form and cross over Ice's body. The lines steadily darkened in color, as blood began to seep just barely through them as if cracks. What was happening though...? Ice's body was being separated, piece by literal piece. The lines crossed each other, dividing his entire body into many small segments no larger than billiard. Slowly, these segments would begin to split from Ice's body, but as they did... Ice would feel the influence of Faye' s merging truly take effect; in the form of healing. Faye's own essence, melding with Ice's body, continued to hold the pieces together as they pulled away. The result caused lines and fabric like bands of flesh and muscle tissue to pull between the separating sections, like a set of blocks glued together freshly and now being pulled apart. The beast, perhaps, would not even notice the intrusions of small pricks within his flesh. The little extensions of Faye's body, now red, running throughout his body and connecting to the individual pieces. Most noticeable was the feeling of his eyeballs as they were impaled from behind the sockets. Incidentally, his head would be the first part to start separating, the eyes slowly being moved forward and away from the head as it was taken apart but resisting furious to stay together; resulting in a constant stream of pain.

.::"And I, can always do better...."::.

A dauntingly, maddeningly familiar voice rang out, though heard only by Ice. The voice wasn't heard, so much as it was felt, in every cell of the Cainite Deceit. Ice could feel the presence in his very blood, his very being. His own whole physical being, felt it.

.::"Pathetic creature..."::.

Should Ice's eyes be shut, he would immediately see the being... Otherwise, he would the moment he blinked. Corbin, in his most honest form, to the best of Ice's knowledge. The cerulean beast, though complete with rose tinted horns that rolled out from his temples at a low angle. The monster looked truely at his finest. Powerful, pridefull, devoted and educated. The truest Cainite appearance known. He was a learned student of the arts, and an expreimental heir of the most taboo experiences to be sure. He was of the purest damnation. A child Cain, Magra, and any other higher being of relavence could be proud, to call their on. A true, Midian.

.::"You, have tasted my being Ice.... You have seen, my Childer... You have tested my siblings. But you will not, affect my kindred. My kindred, will know the hand of a caring comrade... Unlike I. I had Roan. They, will have eachother."::.

With that message firmly enforced, and fired through the back of Ice's mind, clear to the front... He would watch within his minds eye, as Corbin slowly drew the Longinus from its resting place beneath his left arm against the ribs.

.::"My target is confirmed...."::.

Next, Corbin's hand leveled the weapon out, the barrel set directly at what Ice's mind would translate as himself... Specifically.... right between his eyes.

.::"My sights are trained.... My magazine is fully loaded, i've pulled the slide and removed the safety..."::.

Standing there, Longinus leveled and ready to fire... Corbin simply grinned, that despicable, horribly characteristic grin that made him so profoundly infamous, as his power simply raged, wrenching out from him in crippling wave after wave of crushing supremacy.

.::"I am a monster, and I will do what needs to be done... I wait only for my orders... All of this, and there is but one, that need pull the trigger."::.

With his ominous speech, Corbin's free hand came up, sickeningly wide maw at the ready, before it wrapped around his own wrist, forcing a mixture of ichor, and Haemoxinate to simply GUSH out. Still though, the monster grinned.

.::"Only a man can kill a monster, Ice.... I am a monster.... Unfortunately for you though.... You are nieether man, nor monster."::.

Finally.. Ice would see it. Corbin's eyes glowing brighter, and his wicked grin wider with more passion, more excitement.... More sadistic joy then it had ever before. Truely... He was the Diablerist monster, they had all thought since that first realisation.... No. He was even worse.

.::"Search, and destroy... My orders are absolute. Her will, is stone. I will march. Soon. And all that will be left in my wake, will be the stains of your blood, if you're fortunate, marring the chambers. By my word, Ice, and her command. You will suffer the truest sence of defeat, and before ANY other of YOU'RE, kindred...... I want to... And WILL, hear you squeal, pig."::.

Corbin's finger then slowly, forcing a creek that seemed to last an eternity, squeezed the trigger, and finally, the Longinus roared. Ice however.... Simply awoke from the all consuming nightmare, that had so suddenly taken him. Corbin's maw however..... Would never leave from the mirrors of his mind.