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Joy still felt guilty,and she wanted to help in anyway possible,soon she had forgotten about her painful episode she always put people before herself.Joy looked up at him,and saw that his eye's were changing from green to a blood red,and it was obvious that he was uncomfortable. She stood up,dusting off the short white dress she wore. She reached a hand to him. "Anoo..you okay?"

Speaking through gritted teeth still he replyed to her " No i'm perfectly fine its... uh nothing nothing at all " He took his hand off of his cheek and caught site of his blood flodded hand and his eyes started staying red alot more then green and he started struggling even more to control his bloodlust. He ignored her hand barley seeing it in his current state and pushed himself to a standing position. " I really have to leave right now sorry " The words seemed to be hard to get out as the blood seemed to be everywhere to him making his resistance harder. Deimon turned around and began to try to walk away his bestial instincts workign against him and making him stumble everytiem he tryed to walk away.

" NO it would be the best idea to leave right now seeing as i cant " He practically spat out as he was slowly loosing the fight he was hoping he could hold it in for a few more minutes or.. Ive got an idea he thought to himself " Knock me out NOW " He said to joy as he tuned around to her " Don't as kme why just do it. His eyes now did not even flash back to green they just started fading from his deep green to a darker crimson red.

As soon as Deimon felt the impact he let out a sigh of releif(sp?) and was forcefully slammed back a foot and into the ground. Because of Deimons resilience he felt only the forse of a weak punch when she had punched him but it had done the trick and he was out cold his eyes immediatly going back to there natural deep glowing green and his muscles relaxed but his wounds still bled openly although his quick natural healign would close them within the next hour.

This world is...is...burning up like Heaven...why is the flames being so active today?

This thought ran through Feena's head as her blood-lust eyes squinted at this creature known as Joy. But what is joy? Is it something Feena never felt? What is joy? Feena smirked as she noticed something, she knew this Joy was hurting, hurting of a pain Sakura Ai once had. But, Sakura Ai was stong, she somehow managed to never let Feena, her black yet fearsome side, to never ever take over her body.

"Maybe...maybe..i should let my real intention to come back. To hurt, to feel flesh, this craving for the darkfire to once agin burn like it did to me, a long time ago." Her smirk soon revealed her fangs. No, she wasn't a vampire, she was a phantom. A creature of the night and related to the creatures known as "Nightmares."

She stood on the branch of a dead tree, her long black lolita gown swayed in the moonlight. red ribbons tied on her waist, crisscrossing her chest, arms, and lags. A witch hat was on her head. She gently tipped it a little as her eyes drifted over to the Church. Her plan will come to motion, she was going to repeat what happened years ago. When the Churh Ai use to live in died. When those sinners came and destroyed everything Ai had, everything. Thats why she doesn't like visiting the Church that often. She secretly hates going there, it was too painful for her.

"Ai...such a silly girl. She should over come her fears. Thats why i went on a search. I finally found one of the sinners. Will Ai over come her fear or will she die?" she cuckled under her breath. She did owe Ai for reviving her, but she already payed back Ai. Now, Feena, was back to her bloodthirsty self. She didn't care for her sister. She thinks she is too simple-minded and will never get along in life. Never. Her long jet balck hair moved silently as the crows cawed by her.

Deimon decided it was a beautiful day out today so he would go spend some time in the courtyard. He arived in teh couryard today wearing plain baggy black jeans and a baggy sleeveless shirt but still wearing his spiked armwarmers that concealed his katar which he had decided to wear most of the time now. He sat down at the fountain and ran his hand over his left cheek feeling the fresh scars that his natural healing had left on him from the other night, four long scars went from his chin to his cheekbone now were visible on his cheek.

Abaddon was lightly annoyed, he wanted his colts back, but couldent remember who had them. That, and it seemed that he was the only one here without crazy magical powers. He needed magical powers, and he needed them now.

He walked through the courtyard over to the big tree and wondered about what kind of powers he could get. Maybe he could manipulate fire, or cause extream pain just by looking at people. He honsetly didn't care, as long as he had a power.

((yay for character development))

Deimon got up from his seat on te fountain and took hsi hand off of his cheek, his scars were still a little red and looked painfull although he could not feel any pain from them. He turned around and bent down close to the fountain to splash some water on his face in an attempt to keep himself awake as he had not been sleeping to well lately for some unknown reason although beyond making him tired it didnt seem to bother him much.