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Aonice simply stood there, watching everything.. She coudnt believe what the men were doing about this.. It simply wasn't realistic..

On one hand, Morrigan and nearly killed Quint, not out of an act of love, but to eat his sole.. This in turn, despite the fact of being a very awesome ability that awwed her, still was a very horrible act, and should not have been taken so lightly. State one of confusion fluttered through Aonice's mind..

On the other hand, She saw what Morrigan was capable of, and considering she barely knew what Soul could do, yet could almost feel her power enimating off of her body, this was much more than a simple game she had gotten herself in, and she was again in above her head. State 2 of confusion began to show through her eyes..

And then the worst part, Why are the guys taking it so lightly? Aonice was comferted that atleast Quint had the nerve to yell, but to still go all out about his love after an attempted murder, Morrigan was psycho, and indeed, as she said, twisted. All this and then to see Morrigan re-realizing what she was, despite shes done it plenty of times over her 300 year life span, State 3 of confusion rung Aonice's bell, and her eyebrow began to twitch..

She closed her eyes in thought, her mixed feelings about the whole subject had taken her, and she had no idea what to do about this.. She wrapped her arms together around her small chest, and opened her blue eyes... "Aye, Men are idiotic beyond belief.. " She pulled her long hair back behind her ears, looked over at Morrigan's polar oppisite, Soul.. An expression on her face seemed to be asking Soul "How the hell am i supposed to react to this?!" Aonice then slumped onto a wall behind her and stared at the floor.

Soul caught Aonice's motions out of the corner of her eye, and heard her words in regards to males. Soul went over to her and crouched down next to her, gathering her up in a soft embrace.

"Don't speak so harshly about males. Succubi are quite difficult to resist. I feel her pull too." She looked up and over at Quint, watching him just stand there; whistling to himself. "Are you alright, Quint? Would you like some of my energy to help you recover fully?"

*She wandered into the estate, feeling the demonic emminating from such a place, only drew her in. She was careful in where she took her steps. Her silver fox tails followed behind her. She shrunk her angel wings so that they only took up her upper back.*

Succubi...

*She said, her voice trailing off, she continued to explore the long main hallway of the house. She let her fingers trail across the wall. She nervously began to play with her wedding ring. The aires of the place making her body feel heavier than it already was.*

Angels don't belong in demon holes....

*She ventured deeper, not even heeding to her own advice. But for her this wouldn't be the first time she ventured into a realm of darkness and shadow...*

"..."

Morrigan laid on her bed that Caliber had placed her, completely motionless. She was not without dreams, however.

"I... I think I'm in love."

"Morrigan, I love you."

"What is your name, beautiful stranger?"

" M' lady Morrigan, I do believe I've fallen for you."

"Just... beautiful..."

Her dreams were of her past admirers and her past meals. Their moans of pleasure became screams of pain and alarm as she drank their souls, after which their shriveled, blackened flesh would crumble and fall from their bones. Occasionally, Morrigan would keep the skull of her lover for a time, but would eventually crush it to dust and throw it away as soon as she deemed it "archaic and dreary". Remnants of the men she had been with would always be around, however; they were her bats, as well as constant reminders of her past.

Morrigan had never known love. She had known of it, it's causes and it's effects on the hearts and minds of both men and women. She had known of many men and women who had loved each other dearly, and understood it in it's entirety. She knew that love could make a man both strong and weak; powerful, yet controllable; brave, but very, very foolish. But she had never known love in the same way that she knew of it.

To Morrigan... to say "I love you," is to say "I am delicious."

After a while, Morrigan begain to awaken...

Barely awake, Morrigan found Gatz's looming presence over her to be quite uncomfortable, considering that she felt that judgement for her outburst was imminent.

"Gatz... I'm sorry. I want to apologize to everyone." she said, turning her head towards him.

Quint did as he was told, and closed his eyes. He felt a hand on his chest, then felt a very warm sensation flowing from where the hand was to all over his body. It was a very nice feeling, and it made Quint show a small grin.

It was over way before he wanted it to be, so, with reluctance, he opened his eyes. Quint saw Soul get closer to him, and he figured that she had spent a bit of her own energy to replenish his. Bringing her closer with his left arm, he produced a small flame, gentle and warm, with his right hand.

He found it was a lot easier to do than before, probably because of Soul's power, her being a reborn phoenix and all. He smiled at that while looking at his product, now lost in thought as the flame flickered, encasing the room in its soft light.

he shakes his head and looks around

After she got up, she turned to see... a creature whose kind she had not been in the company of for quite some time.

"Why... hello, dear. Are you lost?" After her emotional ordeal, she was kinder than she would normally be to who was perhaps her moral polar opposite. Still, curiosity had always been Morrigan's dominating personality trait, and perhaps the only thing more curious than humans were free-willed angels.