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"I may be young, 'angel'", she emphasised with a sarcastic tone, "but that doesn't mean my fuelled rage isn't strong enough to tear you apart." Leila's voice came in a feral hiss, her hair transformed into a pair of strange wings which kept her aloft. A hand traced along her neck where she had been grabbed, raking a nail against it to both incite her anger even further from the pain and as a sign to Liam that he may be the next to have his head taken off. The blue in her eyes flared even strongly than she had ever known, only highlighting certain lines in her face and leaving the rest to the darkness that surrounded her. As she smirked at him, a white fang gleamed and reflected the blue light. "Do you wish to try that again, you abomination?"

He smirked at the young succubus, "Rage? You think rage is your way of power? Your way of annhialating me?" he looked at her serious face and a roar of laughter came from deep inside his throat. "Don't be so foolish, pathetic demon. Even with your 'fueled rage' you have no chance," he taunted, gripping at his scythe and narrowing his eyes at the girl. "Do you really wish to threaten me, Hellspawn?"

Holly glanced up at the sky somewhat sadly. The beautiful sky beckoned to her and called for her to raise her spirits. However, she couldn't help but feel that she needed to be with Dream. To help him with whatever she could.

She sighed and prayed softly, "Dear Lord, please guide me."

She felt a soft breeze that brushed her face and swept past her in the direction she had come from.... from Dream and the others.

A smile came onto her face and she raised her eyes to the sky once more. "Thank you, Lord."

Leaping into the air, her pure white wings flapped softly as she returned to the ones who needed her help.

Holly glanced around the city. She was searching for Dream. In the group, he was the only one who had accepted her and whom she had gotten to know the best.

Finally spotting him, she alighted down to the ground next to him with a warm smile, her wings softly rustling. "Hey, Dream."

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"Get away from me, angel!" Leila reacted instantly to the source of holy energy and swiped her claws at the winged girl, hoping it would drive her away.
"Who are you to call me hellspawn, when you are an abomination of a holy creature, Liam?" The intensity of her blue-flared eyes radiated enough heat to cause small waves to rise from them, distorting the image of her hair behind it. "Rage may not be my way of eliminating you, but it's a good driving force to get it done," Leila said with an insane smirk. "And as I remember, you threatened me first at a point of weakness in my spirit. Now you expect me to back down and cry in a corner like a pathetic child? You are quite wrong about me, despite how young of a demon I am."

Dream smiled as Holly returned. He dropped to the ground as well. "Hello, Holly. Good to see you." He glanced up at the others for a second. They seemed to be about to fight, though they wer ecurrently just fighting with words. Hopefully it wouldn't extend past that, and if it did, he'd have to use some major healing power from the way it appeared as if they would go at it. For now, he'd just hope for the best.

He turned back to Holly. "There's been a situation of sorts, it probably won't affect you too much. Just warning you to be on your guard."

Holly nodded at Dream. She assured him, "I'll be careful."

With her eyes on the situation, she summoned her glaive. It was the first time she'd had to summon it in a while. It was taller than she was with a lethal edge on the blades, top and bottom. She shook her head sadly at the young angel. "Discretion is a good choice in this matter. However...."

Liam didn't move an inch as Leila clawed his cheek, only smirking as she backed away once more. And that was what he had been waiting for, an advance from the demon. The crimson blood dripped down his face, making it's way to the edge of his mouth. Licking his lips, the blood seemed as if it was turning darker, soon turning into a familiar black color. His smirk became lethal, as his arm muscles tensed and he fought himself not to attack. "Why don't you let your friends takke you, hmm?" he teased, the deep voice almost strained from the truth Liam was speaking. He really did want the others to take her away from him, before he harmed her. But that was a lost cause, because at that moment Liam found himself swinging the large scythe directly at her chest. To his displeasure, there was barely a chance that he had missed, even if it wasn't a deadly blow.