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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 4:15 pm

The Drop Off

Neko eyed the doorframe a little bit from outside, peering at the broken glass resting on the floor. There had been a fight... The stench of darkness had been left in the room, most unable to smell such a thing; having lived in the shadows for so long, however, she knew when they were out and about. Her gold eyes lifted to take in the damage of the room, a bit curious as to what had actually happened. Things didn't just destory most of a building for no reason.

"Hello?" she called out, her shoes shuffling around the glass as she stepped inside.

"You didn't have to come with me," Demare grumbled, cautiously making his way in after his guardian. Chrys was in his hand, a feeling of uneasiness washing over the child's body. In his free hand was a plastic sack, appearing to be full of something.

The strong scent of flowers wafted about, Neko having insisted he be practically drenched in a perfume in an attempt to get rid of the smell from the swamp.

"Since when did I ever have to listen to you?" she retorted, rolling her eyes a little bit. "I'm the adult here, remember? Besides... I have to find out something."

The sounds of footsteps and movement in the front end of the shop alerted Reyna immediately, though she simply froze where she stood hovering near Athan and listened silently. If it were a threat, she would want to have enough time to get Athan out of the way before a fight broke out.

'I shall go and check again. It had only been Elysia before,' Mystic murmured softly against her mind and attempted to soothe her somewhat. Reguardless of how irritated he was with her over her previous accusations, she was still his guardian.

He drifted away from her side and phased through the wall into the front shop, remaining for the time being entirely invisible as he blended in with the darkness of the shop.

"Chrys.." Athan managed between labored breaths as he attempted to explain the presence in the front of the shop.

Neko held her hand out for Demare to stop, her ears perking up as she seemed to listen for something. ...Someone had entered the room. She could feel it, though... it felt very faint.

"Show yourself," she demanded, her tail bristling slightly as she grew on edge.

Chrys, feeling Mystic enter the room, zoomed right out of the child's hand and smacked right into the back wall. Dread overcame Demare's body, but at the same time a sense of curiosity. It was near! Something like itself was so near, and it was dying to see what it was! And... Athan? Was Athan here too?

"I think... I think its something like Chrys," Demare said quietly, trying to make sense of the feelings. "He's never seen anyone like himself before, but I remember Hawk giving off similar signatures to this presense."

Mystic stifled a quiet chuckle as he made himself visible so that the people that accompanied Chrys might see him as well. He phased the rest of the way through the wall, cloak billowing about him as he did so which lent him an eerie, ghost-like appearence.

'I would assume you recieved the message.'

...That thing was supposed to be like Chrys? That little stone was going to turn into THAT? Inwardly, she hoped not. One more resident in the house was not what Domonic needed. Her thoughts turned to the unpolished crystal in her pocket, wondering if it would end up going through the same sort of ordeal.

"Yes," she answered for Demare, cautiously taking a step forward. "He got what was requested. However, before we give it to you, I would like to speak with Reyna."

Chrys was now very excited, happy to finally be able to see another fiend. Had he any hands, he would have been waving them about wildly, the little green stone floating close and tapping against Mystic's stone a little bit. It was so hard to contain the joy!

However, at the same time, he was still feeling very worried. He tried to project that worry toward the other fiend, wondering if it would understand.

He simply nodded quietly and reached to cup the little wisp in one hand. Feeling its joy was a bit of relief over the emotions that had washed over him since arriving at the shop early that morning. Some of them were his, but then there were those of his guardian and Athan's which were somewhat difficult to block out when they were strong emotions.

'Athan will be well. Reyna would not let him die so easily.' After all, he was both Wren and her's favorite person to torture. So entertaining an individual would be hard to replace!

The door to the back room creaked open tentatively and Reyna stepped through before quickly shutting it behind her. "Yes?" she muttered, voice somewhat strained with fatigue and barely checked anger, though little of it was directed towards the visitors within the shop..

Chrys was relieved at hearing this, hovering comfortably over Mystic's palm as he stayed by the fiend. He wasn't used to being seen by anyone other than Demare (and Neko, from time to time), the little wisps surrounding the stone growing and dancing more than usual.

Neko's eyes narrowed slightly upon seeing the woman. Of course... Who else would be fit enough to run a shop like this?

"I should have expected this," she said quietly, placing her arm down her her side as she relaxed a little bit. "Who other than a demon would be able to run a place like this?"

"Can we just get this over with?" Demare grumbled, the bag starting to feel a little heavy in his hands. "I don't like the feeling of this."

Her tail flicked a little bit as she glanced over her shoulder at the boy, a bit curious about the fact that he was growing uneasy. Maybe it was just Chrys' feelings bothering him.

"That... figure," she started to say, turning her eyes to watch Mystic for a moment. "Is Chrys going to become something like that in the future? Where did they come from?"

No... these weren't the questions she wanted to ask. She wanted to ask something else. She wanted to make sure these things had nothing to do with him.

"Just my luck. Another kittykitty to harrass me," Reyna snapped right back. Really, she had terrible luck with cats, particularly those in human form, "And for the record, I just work here. Thanks. Athan owns the place, and currently? I'm kinda trying to keep him alive." She folded her arms over her chest crossly and glowered over at Neko stonily.

'He is a Shadow as I am,' Mystic answered for his guardian since it was plainly obvious she wasn't about to provide them with any sort of information, 'In time he will grow. As for where we came from.. we came from many places. As I understand it, the stones which contain our souls were scattered across many different worlds.'

Oh, she was NOT giving her lip.

"Now, look here..." she started, but was interrupted as Demare tugged on her sleeve. Neko sighed, knowing that getting angry wasn't going to solve anything, much less give her the answers she wanted. "Listen. You help me, and I'll help you."

Taking the bag from Demare, she held it up, a tight fist around the top. It was so hard to control her temper when it came to the demon lord. That... b*****d.

"I'll give this to you, but only if you swear to the Gods that these THINGS have nothing to do with Shadow!"

It wasn't that she hated them. In fact, she found Chrys to be quite amusing, and was partially thankful to the fiend for helping soothe Demian's tortured soul. The words had just come out, however, even she not liking how it sounded.

Hearing Mystic's words, the halfling grew more interested in him than the current situation. Cautiously, he made his way over, his bi-colored eyes fixated on Chrys as curiosity washed over him.

"You're a shadow, too?" he asked, his wings fidgetting a little bit. "And... Chrys is supposed to be like you. Who's Athan? The letter sounded like I'm supposed to know him."

Reyna resisted the urge to laugh. Now she wanted to strike up a deal? And with someone she knew to be a demon, no less. She had guts. She'd give the woman that much. "Considering I've no bloody idea who anyone by the name of Shadow is, I can easily confirm that. Particularly since the man responsible for their existence is a human who doesn't really seem all that fond of demons despite the fact that he occassionally will admit to associating himself with me as a business partner."

She fell quiet and stared at the woman pointedly. There. She got her info. It was her turn, now.

'I am,' was Mystic's quiet reply as his violet eyes danced with mirth, 'And Chrys is exactly like me. Athan is.. Athan is the one who has released our souls from within the confines of our stones.'

There was a sense of relief that washed over the hanyou as she heard the words, happy to hear that none of this was some ruse Shadow was doing to try and catch her. He must have found the stone by mistake... The ghost in the corner DID say the stones were from different worlds.

"Good," she simply stated, her ears swivveling a little bit as she tossed the bag to the other woman. It wasn't a hard throw, but it was enough to get it across the room. "There... the Red Death. He managed to cut off half a vine, since he didn't know how much you needed."

Chrys was a soul? Trapped in that little stone...

"Can I meet him?" he asked. Demare knew the man wasn't well, but he wanted to put a face to the name. He was interested in knowing more about Chrys, after all, despite how annoying the wisp could be.

Mystic glanced from his guardian to Demare a bit uncertainly. Reyna didn't look too thrilled over the idea, but she was appeased for the time being since she had one more of the ingredients.

"For a moment," she spoke up, "But be careful not to touch him or anything around him. The poison doesn't bother me at all, but.. there's no guarantee that everyone else on Gaia is immune, and I sure as hell am not going to attempt to cast this spell more than once."

She huffed a bit irritably and eyed Neko for a moment before opening the door and stepping inside, fully expecting them to follow of their own accord.

Mystic simply shot Demare a bemused look and gently nudged Chrys back towards him before sifting back through the wall into the back room.

Demare raised a brow at the mention of the poison, and how the woman was supposed immune to it. Was that simply a demon thing, or just her?

I'd probably be immune to it to, if I were still alive, he thought to himself. My own blood was poison, after all.

I'm impressed, Demian, Clare piped up. You haven't blown up at anyone yet.

Don't push your luck.

The child followed after Reyna after Chrys was back in his hand, his wings drawing close to his back as his eyes peered about the room. There was a sense of wonder washing over him, accompanied again by the feeling of dread.

"Chrys seems... scared about something," he finally commented. "Does he know Athan, too? He starts feeling funny whenever he's mentioned."

"He ought to," Reyna spoke up as she idly glanced towards the child and eyed the wisp that was hovering near him, "Athan is his maker, after all. The fear could come from the impending doom that would be his death if Athan dies."

"I..." Athan managed weakly as he coughed to one side with a muttered curse at his own weakness, ".. am not.. going to die."

"Yeah?" Reyna taunted as she moved to help him sit up from where he lay, "You look a bit closer to death with each passing moment. I'm not so convinced."

"Shut.. up," he grumbled as his bright green eyes creaked open faintly to take in his visitors. Another child with a wisp? Interesting. A pity he hadn't the energy to question him about how he came about it. He was far paler than usual. So much so that his skin held a translucent quality to it so that the blue of his veins was visible around his temples and down his arms. He was hardly the looming figure of darkness he typically attempted to present himself as.

Demare couldn't help the words that came out of his mouth.

"Well... you look like s**t."

Immediately, he threw his hand over his mouth to prevent anything else to be said, as he knew he could go on. However, Demian knew better than the insult stronger beings, remembering what happened when he got smartmouthed in the past. Neko was an exception; he knew she wouldn't kill him. These people, however, didn't need a valid reason to hurt him.

Chrys, upon seeing Athan, quickly floated toward the man, circling around his head several times before stopping in front of him, giving off that feeling of joy again. It was as if he couldn't make up his mind to be afraid or to be happy; he hadn't seen anyone in so long, maybe that was messing with his emotions. Or, perhaps he was merely glad that the other wasn't dead.

Despite his efforts to stifle his laughter due to the pain it would bring, Athan failed miserably. Another coughing fit ensued, but a weak smile graced his features reguardless. At least the kid was honest. He sighed faintly and his eyes slid closed. Chrys' joy was comforting as was the amusement he derived from his guardian's brutal honesty.

He... laughed? Maybe this guy wouldn't be so bad after all. Dropping his hand back to his side, he contemplated asking more questions, but was unsure of bothering Athan too much today. He was weak, and should have been resting, but it appeared to him that he was stubborn.

"You created them, right?" Demare asked, twitching as Chrys' emotions flew off the charts, causing him more annoyance. "Will they always be trapped? Or can they be freed somehow?"

He didn't like the idea of souls being imprisoned. After all, he had been sealed in the back of the body's mind until he managed to break free.

Athan nodded weakly, small smile still twitching at his lips. "They.. are free.. as a Fiend.." he managed. He wanted desperately to elaborate but mustering the energy to speak was slowly taking its toll.

"If you come back when he's well, he'll be able to explain the situation a bit more clearly," Reyna interjected as she reached to gently touch Athan's shoulder to cast a small healing spell. It would do very little, but it did seem to ease his pain somewhat.

Demare nodded a little bit, lifting a hand to rub at the back of his neck. There was a lot more he wanted to ask; things he wanted to learn.

"Get better, then," he said, his wings shifting behind himself a little bit. "Come on, Chrys."

For a moment, the little wisp didn't listen, still hovering near Athan, as if he were inspecting him.

"I said, COME ON, CHRYS," the halfling said more forcefully.

That time, the little stone floated back to the child, tucking itself in his scarf as the boy left the room and joined his guardian by the door.

"Had enough?" Neko asked, not waiting before stepping outside.

"For now," he muttered, leaving the shop. He'd come back again sometime on his own. Hopefully the next time he was there, Athan would be better and be able to tell him more information.

Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 4:16 pm

[Diary: Demare

Clare: She seems more concerned about that Shadow guy lately.
Demian: Something's happening... I can feel it.
Clare: The darkness... It's coming.
Demian: It's coming too soon.]

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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 4:17 pm

Origami Butterflies

Sitting behind the HQ where the tree remained, Loki was fumbling with small bits of paper, sounding more than a bit frustrated. Beside him there were crumpled balls that looked as they hadn't seen a bit of smoothness in their life, the edges burnt slightly, and charred beyond belief.

Yes, frustrated was most likely the best word for Loki at that point.

"And they said origami was soothing..." The hyena-boy hissed between his teeth, tearing another piece of paper in half and throwing it on the ground.

"Perhaps if you were gentler with your fingers-" Lue started, but had a paper hat shoved over his head, meshing him with the ground. A strange sound was uttered from the fire-lizard, and his tail twitched.

The silver-haired Legend, to bystanders, must have looked insane. She had her pink bunny hat pulled all the way over her eyes, and was chatting to the kitten she had cradled in her arms.

"And that's why, kitty, you should never mix asparagus with milk!" she exclaimed, narrowly avoiding a crowd of rambunctious skateboarders. She had had a bit too much sugar in the morning -- two bowls of marshmallows drenched in chocolate milk -- and was beginning to spout gibberish. Her sense of direction, at least, was still intact.

Stumbling into the Legend HQ, Mayu turned about to check for any of her friends, though it was a bit unneccessary seeing as how her vision was of a fuzzy pink fleece at the moment.

"Hellloooooo? Anyone here?" she called out, nearly tripping over a coffee table. The cat in her arms pawed at the floppy ears of the hat playfully, tugging at it just enough for Mayu peek out from under the rim and confirm that there were indeed no other Legends present at the headquarters.

"Hey, kitty, what did you do that for?" The girl started, and would have stirred up quite an argument if the tabby had not hopped out of her arms and ran outdoors. The Legend scoffed and pulled the hat over her eyes once again, following the kitty blindly outside the headquarters.

Hearing something, Loki tilted his head up and sniffed the air, not really recognizing the scent.

But Lue... Lue spotted a cat! And he so loved to play with other animals.

Well, in the sick, possessive sense. Lue was a fire spirit, after all. And, just when he was about to engage the cat in play, creeping from underneath of the hat, his tail was grabbed by Loki. The poor lizard was then set on a large stack of colorful paper.

"Start folding."

"KITTY! STOP PLAYING HIDE-AND-SEEK SO I CAN TELL YOU MORE ABOUT THE POWERS OF MINTY FRESHNESS!" Mayu hollered, shortly before slamming into a sapling. That was enough to get her to raise the hat above eye level, at least.

Oh, what was this! A new person! And with every new person she saw, Mayu felt that she simply had to introduce herself -- at least, under the influence of two large bows of marshmallows.

Traipsing over happily, Mayu pointed to herself. "I'M CAPTAIN OBVIOUS!" she exclaimed, flashing a wide grin. "And you are, ma'am?"

There was a long pause.

".....Ma'am?" Loki growled, turning. His crimson eyes narrowed.

Oh, it was Mayu. Was she teasing him because he had long hair? Ears flattening against his head, Loki let the half-completed crane in his hands combust into ashes, shooting her a half-lidded glare.

"... for your sake, you'd better be joking, Mayu."

"Joking? Who's joking? I've never met anyone named Joking, though they sound very nice!" the girl jibbered, overturning pebbles as she searched for her kitty. She had seen the orange thing run off north-northeast, or was it south-southwest?

The excessive amounts of sugar in her system had all but taken over her brain completely by then, and she gabbed to herself about the possibilities of running into someone named Joking and what they would look like.

A mew came from behind the large tree, and the Legend flung out her arms happily to see the kitten again. She scooped up the tabby from its shady spot, and gave little air kisses to the cat before going on again.

"Kitty, you know you shouldn't run away when I'm giving you a lecture!" she scolded, trying to remember what she had been talking about earlier. The asparagus, perhaps.

"You can bite her, if you want," Loki suggested to Lue, glancing briefly at the lizard.

"... she would probably taste bad," Lue muttered, taking that moment to hide within Loki's scarf, blending in perfectly. "She sounds crazy."

Loki, for once, could not disagree more.

"Now, kitty," Mayu said, pausing to peer over at the lady. "You can listen too, iffin you want. Anyway, as I was saying, the minty freshness of toothpaste depends on the paaaants. And the tire iron, if you want to think about it another way."

She twirled, flinging the cat about a foot in the air and catching it with the grace of a gorilla in a tutu. The poor thing was naturally terrified, and struggled to get out of Mayu's iron grip. It failed horribly.

"So, whassyer name?" Mayu asked, looking over in Loki's general direction. "You look like a Brittany, or maybe Eraser Dust! Eraser dust does especially well over pie, you know. Key lime pie, to be exact."

"... what the ******** are you on?" Loki muttered, digging his fingers into the grass. His blonde hair fell over one shoulder as he stared at her, eyes narrowing even further.

He didn't like where she was headed.

"MARSHMALLOWS!" Mayu cried, then went on to ponder the paradox effect on a tire iron to the absolute value of the square root of a stalk of broccoli.

Taking on a bad mock-French accent, the girl spewed out nonsensical words -- which, to her, sounded like fluent French.

"PAREE OH WE GEGE LE CON VAVE ME GRANDMA, WITH A LOAF OF FRENCH BREAD AND GREAT JUSTICE FOR ALL. WOULDN'T YOU AGREE, MADEMOISELLE LA FIFI LOLALUUUU?"

The people passing by the front doors of the HQ could hear the girl's unintelligent banter quite clearly, and quickened their pace.

Mayu said Lola.

She had called him Lola. How dare she.

In an instant, Loki had stood up and gripped Mayu by the throat, fingers latched tightly as fire brimmed from his fingertips. His entire body seemed to glow with a kind of hatred, and his fire-scarf billowed out behind him, seeming as if the threads themselves were burning like logs on a fire.

"How DARE you call me by my dead sister's name!!"

In a word, Loki was pissed.

Demare's nose was stuck in a book as he walked toward Legend headquarters, still studying one of Neko's tomes as he tried to find as much information as he could. He decided to go to the HQ again in hopes that he might run into Chandra so he could ask her more questions. He should have tried to get a phone number or address from her the last time they'd met, but Clare hadn't thought that far ahead.

His ears caught hold of a couple of familiar voices as he drew closer, however.

"PAREE OH WE GEGE LE CON VAVE ME GRANDMA, WITH A LOAF OF FRENCH BREAD AND GREAT JUSTICE FOR ALL. WOULDN'T YOU AGREE, MADEMOISELLE LA FIFI LOLALUUUU?"

"How DARE you call me by my dead sister's name!!"

That first voice... was that Mayu? He hadn't seen her since that park fiasco a few weeks prior. And the other voice... It was familiar, but he couldn't place the name. Someone Demian had met not too long ago...

As the two came into view, the halfling stopped, the book dropping from his hands down to the ground. That was... Loki. And his hands were wrapped around the girl's neck. Without another word, the child stepped over to the two, turning as he came up behind the hyena boy. Reaching a hand up, he grasped the fire-scarf tightly in his left hand, ignoring the pain for the moment, and pulled on it hard.

"I would suggest letting her go if you know what's good for you," he hissed in the boy's ear, his right hand moving to take up his dagger in case further persuation was needed.

"Altoids!" Mayu exclaimed, "They're curiously strong!"

The kitten in her arms squirmed, looking for a way out of this confusing situation. The last thing it remembered was being flung into the air, and then this. It made note to keep the girl from eating marshmallows in the future.

Gritting his teeth, Loki turned to glare at Demare, the scarf turning a much brighter color than before.

"Good for me...? You wouldn't know even if it bit you on the a**..." His fingers twitched, and then he pulled them away, so they didn't remain on Mayu's throat any more.

However, that wasn't the end of his tricks. With a brief motion, the hyena boy had brushed his hand against a lock of the girl's hair, instantly setting it on fire.

It was then that Loki grinned.

Demare didn't understand much of what Mayu was saying, focused more on Loki than her at the moment. His eyes had narrowed down into slits, much in the similar fashion that Demian's glare usually was in.

"You're just ASKING for it, aren't you?" he snarled, figuring Mayu had enough sense to put out the fire in her hair, even in the current state she seemed to be in. "You're no better than he is."

His fingers had wrapped around the hilt of his dagger, but he didn't pull it out from his bandages quite yet.

"What'd she do wrong, anyway? Something obviously had to trigger that motion, because you don't look stupid enough to just attack at random."

"I smell pot roast!" The girl chirped happily, completely oblivious to the fire burning away at her hair. The kitten batted at it, to no avail.

Finally, it gave up and took an ear of the hat by its paws, and smothered the quickly moving flame before it could reach the girl's brain, or whatever was left of it after the great amounts of sugar that she had consumed. It wouldn't look too bad either, Mayu's hair just needed a little trim and it would look fine as ever.

"Kitty, now my hat is burnt!" The Legend pouted, batting at the cat lightly. It meowed, a bit miffed that the victorious attempt to put out the flame in Mayu's hair had gone unacknowledged.

"No one... speaks of my dead sister. Or calls me as such." His face was grave, and he twisted his hand again, eyes closing halfway to give him a bit of a malevolent look.

The flames on his fingertips flew once again to Mayu's hair, this time representing more of spirits of flame, who quite happily ate away at her hair and hat.

The hyena boy's gaze then went back to Demare, as if he challenged the other to dare oppose him.

"Let it burn."

The child growled a little bit, Mordanath screeching in reaction to Clare's anger. He'd never felt like this before. Such... pure rage. All because someone was picking on his friend. Had he always been like this? Or was that merely Demian's violent influence finally affecting him?

"I doubt she even knew, you fool!" he snapped, his red eyes opening to stare at the hyena. "What does it matter, anyway? People share the same names. I don't try to kill people just because they call out Micheal!"

His white eye widened a little bit, leaving the black one still slitted. He was doing this on purpose. Fine... let it burn. Let it feed his anger. His fire. He pulled out his dagger, eyes fixated on Loki.

"Put out the fire," he demanded. "Or would you like for me to return the favor of which you're doing to her?"

The sugar blocking the regular circulation of blood to Mayu's had cleared out significantly, and the first intelligent thought she had was of smoke. Where the devil was the smoke coming from? And in addition to that, where the hell was she?

Oh yes, she was at the Legend HQ. And the smoke was coming from... her hair.

"My head is on fire, isn't it?" Mayu smiled, though she didn't have to ask. Tossing the poor kitten for the second time in the day, the girl ran flailing to the nearest water source in the headquarters, nearly running into the same sapling she had bumped into when she had arrived.

She returned moments later, head soaking wet and eyes narrowed. The hair would grow back in a relatively short amount of time, but whoever had set her head on fire in the first place was dead.

"Looks like the fire's already put out..." Loki purred, still staring at Demare. "Perhaps you'd like a friendly one on one to put you in your place...?"

Demare couldn't help but smirk slightly. Something just seemed completely off with him at the moment, Clare not being his usual passive and cheery self.

"You've got a long way to go if you think you can do that," he sneered, his wings fidgetting a little bit. His eyes shifted to the tree girl. "Mayu, are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine." Mayu gave Demare a thumbs up, marching straight over to Loki. She smiled brightly before raising her hand and smacking the boy across the face sharply. She might've been weak, but if there's one thing all men fear, it's the mighty b***h slap. Well, that and being kicked in the nuts, but she would spare Loki of that torment for now.

Now, she had to figure out where she had tossed her beloved kitty in all of this confusion.

Head turning to the side, Loki glared at the ground for a long moment, not even daring to reach up to rub his cheek. The pain was welcoming, and the sting remained.

Oh yes, how he reveled in that moment.

"Lue."

Something bristled in his scarf, and remained there, poised and ready to attack. It was then that he addressed both of the others.

"I seeeee...." He half sung. "You both... are well acquainted, aren't you...?"

Demare was a bit dumbfounded as Mayu slapped Loki across the face, telling himself never to get on her bad side. Angry women were a force meant not to deal with, as he discovered with his guardian.

He scowled a bit at Loki's curious reaction, however. "So what if we are?" he asked, noticing something move in the boy's scarf. The fire was more than alive, he realized.

"Kitty! Come out!" Mayu crooned, poking about the trees. The orange puffball was still in shock from being flung into the air two times, so stayed hidden in case the girl was thinking of a third. As much as it was attatched to the Legend, it still would not come out of its safe hiding spot.

"A shame... such vicious acts should come to your woman." With a tilt of his head, a flaming red lizard launched from his scarf and latched onto Mayu's nose with extravagant gusto, attempting to draw blood.

With the distraction, Loki took his chance to twist out of Demare's grasp, grabbing his scarf and dancing a few feet away. Hopefully, the scarf had burned his hand with the added heat he had wanted.

No one messed with him and got away with it... not without a price.

His... WHAT? He turned as he saw the creature fly out of the scarf, reluctantly letting it go as Loki shuffled himself away. His left hand had been badly burned, the bandage around it scorched and partially flaking off, but this didn't seem to bother him as much as it normally would. Granted, Clare knew he would feel it later and it would be VERY painful, but right now he was being blinded by his anger. Perhaps that's similar to what people called a "beserk" state.

"Mayu!" Okay, THAT DID IT. The other boy would not be getting away with his antics anymore. "GGGRRRRR!!"

Unable to take it any longer, the halfling charged toward Loki, tackling him hard as he was very careful not to let the blade of his dagger touch the other. Oh, no... it wouldn't be time for that yet.

"Ow!" Mayu hissed as the lizard chomped on her nose, glaring downwards as well as she could. She attempted to tug it off, but it seemed t be latched on tight. Leaving it along for the moment, Mayu resumed her search for the orange tabby.

A mew from beneath a large tree root revealed the kitten's hiding spot. Scurrying over, she scooped up the struggling kitty and gave it a small pat on the head, to remind it not to run away again.

Now that she had found the fuzzy little thing, it was time to return to the problem at hand, trying to get this stupid red thing off of her nose. Holding the kitten in one arm, Mayu tried to yank the lizard off with her free hand.

Lue remained latched on tight, but swung himself up and finally let go when her hand was well enough away, scuttling around to entwine himself around her branches. Lizards were rather flexible, after all.

Rolling over so that he landed on top of Demare, Loki attempted to pin his arms, one hand flicking to call more spirits to his beckoning. Unfortunately for him, Lue was the only one available at hand. And, on top of that, thanks to the tackle Demare had given him, Loki was a bit winded.

Demare struggled under the pin for only a moment, using the fact that Loki was winded to his advantage. Rolling the hyena boy over so the halfling would be on top instead, he pinned the other's arms and legs down with his hands and knees.

"My, such long hair you have," he spat, giving the boy a bit of a crazed look. "Here, let me cut that for you!"

It was only fair. Loki had torched Mayu's beautiful silver hair, so it was only fair that his get damaged as well. It didn't matter if the child wanted it or not; all that mattered was that he was the one who did it.

In a swift motion, he lifted his right arm into the air and quickly brought the dagger down, the edge of the blade sinking down into the earth as it sliced right through the blonde hair.

Okay, so the lizard thing had skittered into her branches. Didn't cats eat lizards, anyway? She pondered over that idea for a second, then shrugged and placed the kitten on her shoulder.

"Sic it!" she said, nudging the kitty. It meowed angrily, raising a paw at the lizard threateningly. So maybe it wasn't going to eat the lizard, per se, but it could at least scare it?

Lue grinned, opening his maw and spewing fire at the cat. Even as a lizard, he still had a few of his spirit-fire-spewing ability... stuff. Yeah.

Growling, Loki twisted and snarled, attempting to get out from under Demare. And then, it hit him. Well, metaphorically speaking, of course.

Spreading his legs apart for leverage and balance, Loki sat upright and used his head to slam into Demare's forehead, knowing full well it would have some impact.

Demare's head jerked backward a little bit, being caught off guard with the attack. He fell back onto his butt, releasing his dagger as it stuck in the ground rather hard. Shaking his head a little bit, he felt a little dizzy from the impact, but for the most part still had his barrings.

Growling, he lifted a foot and thrust it upward, giving Loki a hard kick in the face. He wanted a fight? He'd get a fight.

Cats had natural agility, even as little kits. The tabby leaped easily from Mayu's shoulder to her head, avoiding the path of the flame easily. It then hopped back down to rest in Mayu's cradled arms, giving a small hiss to the lizard thing.

Loki's head hit the ground forcefully as the foot connected with his face. Blood poured from his nose from the impact, and he reached up to wipe a bit of it off, snarling with anger.

Spotting the dagger, Loki reached out - and snagged it, fingers curled tightly around it. He then threw it, somewhere where Demare wouldn't be able to get to it easily; since the other had used it for devious deeds, he would not be able to use it any more.

But the short moment he had used to touch the blade seemed like eternity; ears pinned against his head, he could only stand the blade's screeching for a short time before he threw it. The screeching had hurt.

His eyes glowed a furious crimson, and Loki rose with seemingly renewed spirit, even with the ringing that remained in his ears. What a curious blade that was...

"Protecting your maiden with honor... how chivalrous. How... desperate." Hissing the last word, Loki smirked, just barely. The blood dripped from his chin onto the ground.

Demare didn't bother watching where Mordanath was tossed, more interested in Loki at the moment. He didn't need his dagger to defend himself, anyway. At least, he hoped he wouldn't need him.

As the other stood, he did as well, standing up slowly as he tugged at his black tattered scarf. He pulled the material off, tossing it off to the side as his hand began to sting a little. His fingers twitched as the flesh began to heal slowly, trying to form some sort of protective barrier around it as a safeguard from infection and the sort.

"What's desperate in protecting your friends?" he demanded, cantering his head a little bit. "Perhaps you don't know what that's like. I imagine you don't have them."

Mayu was getting quite bored of trying to catch the lizard, and it didn't seem that harmful anyway. Annoying, but most things in life were. So she directed her attention to other matters.

Returning to the site where Loki and Demare were "duking it out", the girl stood and watched for a moment. Then, spotting an iron pipe lying against the wall of the HQ for some unknown reason, a devious idea came into mind. She quickly slid over and grabbed it, then gated over to Loki. Cracking the rusty pipe over his head, she grinned and walked off.

"That was for the hat!" she called over her shoulder. Her next order of business would be finding one of their guardians.

Kimiko lived too far away from headquarters, one of the boys would probably break their neck before she could return with the girl. Neko, as she remembered, lived in Barton -- also too far away. Her final choice was Loki's house. Giving a shrug, Mayu slugged the pipe over her shoulder and head off toward the mansion.

Upon reaching the front door, the girl ferverously knocked on the door.

Okay, that had ******** HURT. Loki only hoped that Lue would give her hell right back; what was WITH everyone picking on him, anyway?!

Loki staggered, reaching up to feel blood starting to seep into his now shoulderlength hair. He was beginning to feel very woozy, and hunched over a small bit now, still on guard from Demare.

Opening the door, a black-haired man with longish hair tied up peered out of the doorway, golden eyes narrowed in slight curiosity, as well as doubt. "Who are you, and why are you here?" Kanth - or rather, Ka at the moment - was rather doubtful at the girl, considering she held a pipe - but knew very well that he could hold his own.

This silver-haired girl reeked of Loki, as well. And Ka hadn't seen Loki in a short while...

Once again, Demare was surprised at Mayu's actions. Maybe she COULD have stood up to Demian on her own... But then that would have hurt him, as well.

"I guess she must REALLY not like you," he joked, wondering if doing anything at this point would even be worth it. Mayu was fine now, after all, and Loki was starting to bleed quite a bit. "Hey, are you okay? You look a little... faint."

"Hi! You're Loki's guardian, right?" She didn't wait for an answer, and kept on talking.

"He and Demare -- don't know if you know him -- got into a fight at the Legend HQ. Can you go break it up before someone breaks their neck?"

Not waiting for an answer again, Mayu turned a full 180 degrees and began to walk back to the headquarters. If this guy wasn't going to help, then whatever. She could risk a few limbs being broken while she went to get help from either Kimiko or Neko. They weren't hers, after all.

A sigh, before Ka stepped out and followed, shutting the door behind him and then shoving his hands in his pockets. No one would miss him at the moment - Io hadn't even noticed that he had taken over Kanth's body - so he was free to do whatever he wished.

To whomever he wished.

He just hoped that nothing extreme would come to bite him again; he was far more uncontrollable than his twin ever was.

"By a fight, does that mean you ganged up on him as well?" Ka spoke, now noticing the blood on the pipe the girl was carrying. He was a sharp one, and his eyes narrowed further. No wonder she reeked of Loki...

"Don't need your damn sympathy..." Loki muttered, reaching up to cling to his scarf, fingers digging in rather tightly. He hated it... he hated being pitied, hated being felt sorry for... he wasn't done fighting. He'd rather die than to give up without a fight.

Unravelling his scarf, Loki let it hang down from his hand, before he turned and lashed it out at Demare, flame emitting from the ends. "Dance within the flames..." He hissed, looking more worn out than ever, though his attitude was far more feral.

In a way, he almost seemed... mad.

Demare was far enough away to simply dodge the scarf, bending backward enough so the flames only singed a little bit of his shirt and a small part of his long lock of hair. Clare no longer felt that there was a reason to fight, his calm nature returning to him. It was as if the fire had burned out after Mayu's last attack, and that he felt bad for doing what he did.

Anger... rage. That was such a dangerous emotion, and it tended to guide people's actions. He usually tried to not let it do so.

"Look, maybe you should sit down," he suggested, his eyes returning to their normal state. "You don't look too good, and I don't want to have to drag you somewhere to get looked at."

"Uh... Well, I clonked him with this pipe and slapped him, though I don't think it would've hurt much. And anyway, he deserved it; he burned half my hair off." Mayu scowled, tigntening her grasp on the kitten in her arms. It meowed, wriggling again.

Once she had returned at the headquarters, Mayu replaced the now-bloody iron pipe where it had stood before. It was just a few blood stains, no one would notice.

"Turnabout is nont always fair play..." Ka murmured, then caught himself. Damn that lisp... he cringed, hoping the girl hadn't noticed. Reaching forward, Ka plucked the lizard who was trying to hide from the girl's branches, stuffing him into his pocket craftily.

It was then that he spotted Loki.

Staggering back, Loki flattened his ears and all out glared. "Don't need your help..." His crimson eyes closed halfway, before he fell backwards, clutching the scarf to his chest right before he hit the ground.

Ka bent over and ran his fingers through Loki's hair, then turned to glare at the girl, holding his fingers out, fresh blood shown on them. "Don't think it would have hurt much...?"

Demare almost stepped forward to go to Loki's aid, but he stopped as Mayu and the man approached. Something seemed odd about this one; he seemed to know Loki, and the air about him was curious. It wasn't normal... At least, as normal as others appeared to be.

He didn't however, like the way he glared at Mayu.

"Who are you?" he questioned, prepared to move in case the man decided to try anything.

"Okay, maybe the pipe was a bit harsh." Mayu admitted, "But he did deserve the slap!"

She froze for a moment as a sharp ringing came to her ears, followed by a dull headache which began to intensify by the second. Maybe this was what they called withdrawl.

Snorting at the female, Ka picked Loki up and glared at Demare next. "You could say that I'm Loki's guardian. And it looks like you two have become some kind of gang... or an equivalent of such." Positioning Loki on his back, Ka then bent over and picked up the origami pieces, placing them haphazardly into the box.

He stopped, however, as he noticed one lone origami butterfly, smiling very slightly at it. So Loki had completed one, after all.

"I expect an apology... perhaps later. One does not just act upon peer pressure, as you have done. It does not bode well for anyone." Another sniff, and Ka turned his head to the side. "I know Loki chides for a fight, but that still does not make it acceptable." And then, without another word, he turned his back on them both and started to walk away.

Demare stayed quiet as the man spoke, watching him take Loki away. He was right, technically. Clare had given into his anger, and allowed himself to do what he did. Why couldn't he stop himself, anyway? It was strange. The angel had actually... ENJOYED toying with the boy, fighting with him. A part of him had almost wanted to taste the hyena's blood.

Perhaps an apology would be in order later. He said nothing for now as he turned his eyes to Mayu, idly wondering if it would be wise to spend time with her at all.

"Are you okay?" he asked, a bit concerned with the look on her face.

"Headache, is all," Mayu said, voice slightly shaking. She really would have to think twice before consuming such large amounts of sugar again.

She glanced up as the man left with Loki, making note to send him something in the mail later. The war wasn't over yet. Maybe a voodoo doll, if she could figure out how to make one.

Demare could tell it was a little more than just a simple headache, but he decided not to press into it any further. He retreived his scarf and dagger, stepping close to Mayu for a moment to make sure her nose was okay, remembering the lizard attached to it earlier. Everything seemed fine... That was good.

"You should probably get home then, hm?" he said with a weak smile, tying his scarf back around his neck and putting Mordanath back where he usually rested against his right side. "I'll catch up with you on another day. I hope you feel better, Mayu."

The halfling then turned and started to walk back the way he came, picking up his book along the way but not opening it to start reading again. Instead, he hugged it tight against his chest, his wings folding in close to his back as he headed toward home.

"Yeah, see you later." Mayu waved, then began heading home as well. She would have to get some aspirin for the headache when she got back, and she was feeling a tad bit depressed. So this was the bad part of eating so much sugar.

She sniffled at the singed smell her hair gave off, and reminded herself to send Loki that voodoo doll -- that smell would probably stay for a week, with a good washing. Petting the kitten in her arms, she yawned and continued the long trek home.

Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 4:18 pm

[Diary: Clare (use the symbols)

I'm afraid of what's happening to me. Why do I feel like this? Why did I get so... violent?]

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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 2:51 pm

One More Time

Paestri joined Mayu on the sofas, still holding the towel to her head. "Why'd Loki kiss your hand?" she suddenly asks, her confusion ebbing away.

"I can swear as much as I want!!" Malady stuck its tongue out at Mayu before hiding between Paestri's back and the sofa.

"I honestly don't know," Mayu said, still shuddering. "Is your hair okay?" she asked, taking a look at the top of Paestri's head.

The silver haired Legend retaliated with a raspberry of her own, then looked back up to Paestri.

"I don't know, how does it look?" Paestri asks, removing the towel to give Mayu a better look at her hair. There was one spot where the hair had to be cut away, though.

Demare stepped into the headquarters quietly, having left his book at home for once. He needed a break, and a walk seemed like the perfect way to stretch and get some fresh air. Before he knew it, he was at the Legend Headquarters, and the memory of his fight with Loki had struck his mind. He smelled something burning from outside, and had hoped he would be here so that he could apologize to the hyena boy.

Instead, he only found a soaked Paestri, an irritated Malady, and... Mayu giving the spirit-like creature a raspberry. Why was the pink haired girl sopping wet...? He didn't say anything as he cautiously made his way toward the couch, worried that one of them might be upset.

Mayu stood up to assess the damage done to Paestri's hair, then sat back down.

"It looks fine," she reassured her, "Except there's this one spot of hair that you need to cut off. Heck, it's better than what happened to mine."

Taking the towel from Paestri, Mayu helped her sop off more water from her drenched hair. "I'm going to go get a dry towel from another one of the bedrooms, so you can wrap your hair up. It'll help it dry faster." she said, getting up and whipping around to face Demare.

"Okay then." Paestri nods, before noticing Demare enter. "Demare!" She smiles, remembering the boy from the park. "Look Mal, it's Demare!"

"I don't care!" Malady snorted.

Mikhael paused outside the door of the Legends' Headquarters. He certainly didn't feel like he belonged there. He'd only been there once or twice, and he could barely remember the instances. "Raife..."

The man with the shock white hair and disturbingly pale complexion nudged him in through the front door. "It'll be okay. You're grown up now. Practically a man."

Mikhael giggled at that one.

"Okay, so, not practically a man. But you can handle people now. You've been through so much. It's important that you take steps like this." Raife shrugged his shoulders in a distinctly gallic gesture. "Go on. I'm just going to run some errands. I'll be back soon for you, so if there's trouble, just sit tight."

Mikhael nodded and pushed the doors open. ...Everything seemed so much smaller now.

Demare smiled a little bit as Mayu almost ran into him, his first instinct to hug the tree girl. However, he remained how he was, unsure of whether it would be okay or not.

"Hey Mayu," he said happily, then turned his eyes to the pink haired girl on the couch. "Hey P--..."

He blinked a few times, his face taking on a more concerned look as he noticed her hair. "Paestri, what happened to you?"

His attention was once again diverted as another boy entered the room, this one quite unfamiliar. He'd never seen anyone like him before, and couldn't help but think that he looked rather... fluffy.

"Hi," Mayu smiled, and handed him the soppy towel in her arms. "Hold this for a sec, will ya?"

She didn't linger behind to give the boy a chance to shove the towel back, and headed off towards the hallway. She stopped for a moment, however, to wave to the new arrival. She hadn't seen this kid before.

"Oh my hair caught on fire." Paestri chirps, as if the entire thing was as ordinary as leaves falling. "Loki and Mayu helped put it out." she adds, before noticing another boy enter. Another winged boy! Would all the boys (with an exception to Kevin) that she meets here have wings?

"Hello there, I'm Paestri. Who are you?" she asks brightly.

Oh no, not another one! This place was getting too crowded for the Intangible as it peered over Paestri's shoulders.

Mikhael shrank back a bit unconsciously as everyone seemed to stare at him as he came into the headquarters. See? This was what he was trying to avoid. He shook his head to clear it. Best to be polite. He was raised right, and Raife'd be disappointed if he showed otherwise.

"Mikhael." He tried smiling a bit. It was a trembling, shy smile. He tried to remind himself that this was just the same as Muse Society.

And then he remembered how hard his first few days had been, and swallowed. That wasn't helpful at all. His wings jerked closed just a little mechanically, as he tried to withdraw into himself.

Demare's own wings twitched and fidgetted a little bit as he smiled, noticing that the boy seemed rather shy. Mikhael...? That was similar to his past brother's name...

"It's nice to meet you, Mikhael," he said, holding out a hand to him in case he wanted to shake hands. "My name is..." He thought about it for a moment, and decided to go with the better choice. "My name is Clare."

Mayu returned with a large red towel, handing it over to Paestri so that she may wrap it around her hair. Taking the wet towel back from Demare, she scurried off once again to find a laundry bin of some sort.

Paestri smiled and waved at Mikhael, "It's nice to meet you." There came a sharp stinging sensation from the area where her hair was singed, and the pink Legend found herself not feeling too well. "I think I have to go home now, sorry I can't stay longer."

She looked a little tired and a bit ill at that and went to look for Mayu to say goodbye. Once she had found the other girl she gave her a hug before proceeding to give Demare and Mikhael a goodbye hug as well.

"Maybe we'll see each other again." She smiles as brightly as she could despite the pain. She was still carrying the red towel however.

Malady was whimpering as it clung to Paestri's back like some sort of bag.

"We're going home! NOW!" it ordered.

Mikhael nodded, then blinked puzzledly as the girl beat a quick exit. Maybe she was allergic to muses? And was that another pink girl in the back? Were all Legend girls pink? He didn't think he'd ever met one before...oh! Except that girl with the flute. She wasn't pink. Thank goodness. Pink was so....friendly. Not that Mikhael didn't want to be friendly...it was just hard. He smiled at Demare. "Clare?" He was a bit confused by this one. He wasn't sure whether Demare was happy to see him. But he took the greeting as it stood, and gently shook Demare's hand.

" 'meetcha." This was so scary! Oh, how he wished Levi was here. Nothing better than a charmingly outgoing pirate to hide behind. His eyes strayed curiously to Demare's mismatched set of wings.

Demare blinked as Paestri hugged him and left, blushing only slightly as he waved goodbye to the girl. His bi-colored gaze returned to Mikhael after a moment, noticing the boy had been staring at him. But why... Oh, right.

"Eheheh... I'm, ah... a little different from what you're probably used to seeing, huh?" he said a bit sheepishly.

Mayu waved good-bye to Paestri when she returned, finding her seat again on the couch. She would watch them talk for now, and would join the conversation if she was invited. Though, she couldn't help to think that it might've been a bit rude, as it seemed to be awfully similar to eavesdropping...

Ah well, it wasn't exactly eavesdropping if the speakers knew you were in the room listening, she supposed.

Mikhael shook his head quietly and took a step toward Demare, reaching out hesitantly towards his black wing. "S'not it."

He wasn't weirded out by Demare. But he hadn't ever seen a wing like that before. It looked a little...depressed. The blackness of it was a bit sinister. Well, as much as a wing could look depressed. He looked up at Demare. "Issit hurt?" Mikhael's eyes welled up with concern. He hated to see anything in possible pain.

Demare's eyes widened a little bit, but the rest of him didn't flinch as the other boy touched his wing. He was surprised... No one had ever asked about it before. Sure, it looked broken, but Mikhael seemed to be the first to notice aside from himself.

"A long time ago it used to, but it doesn't hurt anymore," he smiled, reassuring him. Clare couldn't even begin to imagine the pain Demian probably had felt when his wings ripped and tore apart back when the demon was still alive.

He looked over his shoulder, noticing Mayu sitting on the couch. She was so quiet coming back, he almost didn't know she'd returned.

"Mikhael, this is Mayu," he said, stepping out of the way to introduce them. "Mayu, Mikhael."

Ah, finally, she was invited into the conversation! Mayu got up from her seat and stepped over, extending her hand. Boys were.. supposed to do handshakes, right? She had remembered Waya giving her a handshake, but maybe other people didn't introduce themselves that way.

"The name's Mayu, as Demare said." she said, smiling.

Mikhael swallowed nervously and shook Mayu's hand. "Hi." He almost looked like he was going to dart behind a couch or something and hide, like a frightened squirrel. "What...." Oh, he had questions, but he was a bit scared to ask. They were supposed to be like him, right? Their home situations would be strange too.

"What....are your guardians like?" He coughed a bit dryly after the sentence. A positive oratory for Mikhael.

The halfling had to think about that for a moment, not usually asked that question. How to explain...

"Neko's... a little strange," he decided with a little shrug. "She's very caring, and she's always appearing to bring someone new home whenever she goes outside. Um... she's really scary when she'd mad, though."

Mayu pondered about the question for a minute, then opened her mouth to speak.

"Well, Kimiko is.." she hesitated, then continued. "Eccentric. She's really young compared to all the other guardians here, I think. And she's also overprotective!"

A small beep emanated from Mayu's left pocket, and she rummaged about inside to see what it was. Pulling out a borrowed wristwatch, she checked the time and gasped.

"Sorry guys, I gotta go for now. Bye, Demare, and it was nice meeting you, Mikhael!" Following in Paestri's footsteps, she gave both of them hugs and ran out the door.

Teh Most Beautimous Ending by Raife

AND THEN MIKHAEL AND DEMARE DID STUFF. AND THEN, EVENTUALLY, THEY STOPPED DOING STUFF. AND THEY LEFT.

AMEN.

Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 2:31 pm

If we shadows have offended...

Demare was quiet as he made his way toward headquarters, still having quite a ways to go until he made it to the building. His mind had been racing with thoughts and troubles he was having, constantly being reminded of the way he had acted about a week ago. The more and more Clare thought about his actions, the worse he'd begun to feel about it happening, still unable to explain why he did what he did. Not even Demian really understood it after being told what went down, though the demon was fairly impressed that the angel had done it completely on his own.

To Demian, this was a good thing. To Clare, however, Loki didn't really deserve everything that had been done. He should have stopped after cutting the child's hair. What made him kick him in the face... That's what was bothering him so much.

He hoped to be able to find Loki at headquarters so that he could apologize. If the other didn't accept that, then that was the hyena's decision. It would no longer be an issue. ...However, there was something else the halfling wanted to investigate. If Loki did indeed burn Paestri's hair just like he did Mayu's... Mercy is probably the least the blonde boy could hope for.

"Come to avenge war on someone else?" Purred a cool voice, and leaning against a tree was Loki, flipping through a deck of cards. Of course, how fitting that on the back of them was a red, firelike design.

Peering from the scarf were two beady eyes, and when Loki shifted, they disappeared. It seemed that Loki was still mad at Lue, in a sense.

Loki was not in the least happy about seeing Demare again, but... at least, here was his chance. Last time, Demare had gotten the upper hand, but now...? Glancing up, Loki grinned; it was growing dark. And the flames burned brighter when it was nighttime...

Demare stopped, his black tattered scarf hiding his pursed lips as he listened to the voice. Loki... Slowly, he turned only his bi-colored eyes to the boy, not removing his hands from his pockets as he wondered what he was talking about.

"Avenge war...?" he questioned, his wings fidgetting behind his back. It had only now occured to him what time of day it was, and he feared what could potentially happen. Perhaps he'd have to make this quick. "I only came to apologize. I wasn't exactly myself somehow..."

At least, the halfling thought he wasn't.

"Not exactly yourself..." Murmured Loki, who flicked a card at Demare. A toying gesture. "Pray tell, what IS yourself? Someone who you think you are, or something someone tells you to be...?" Another card was flicked out, this time at Demare's feet.

"She deserved what she got. A petty thing, really... hair can be grown back. I did not touch her skin." A faint smile, as his eyes held their own mischief.

Demare didn't respond to the cards, only listening to the boy's voice. How dare he... How DARE he say such a thing. His scarf hid his scowl, his eyes showing no emotion.

"I am who I want to be," he said through his teeth, that particular statement hitting a nerve. No one knew what it was like to live the way he did... NO ONE. "There isn't a person out there who can tell me how to act."

The halfling took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly, rolling his head back to face the blackening sky. "She didn't deserve what you did... You're lucky it was only hair. You paid the price for that... it was an equal trade."

He turned to face him now, his eyes narrowing down into little slits. "But if I find out that you EVER put a mark on her flesh... Or if you hurt her ever again... I will do to you ten fold whatever it is you do to her."

"Oh?" Loki's eyes lit up, and he gave a grin, pulling his scarf down. "And here I thought she wasn't your significant other... quite a change, isn't it?" Stroking his scarf, he let the flames rise and grinned at the sky.

"The nighttime is so lovely... don't you think? Won't you help me build a bonfire?" His grin widened as the flames rose higher, the cards now burning and disintegrating into ash.

Demare's cheeks reddened with blush, wondering why he was the only one that ever commented on the fact that he was protecting a girl. She was his FRIEND! That was it! That was... That's all there was to it...

Things would be too complicated if he ever liked someone more than that. With Demian around, it would make a relationship with anyone practically impossible. Besides, Mayu probably didn't like him like that. At least, he wasn't sure.

"She's not my significant other," he sighed, closing his eyes as he felt ash brush against his face. "She's a friend. If you do anything to ANY of my friends, I'll react the same way."

His ears began to ring, finally taking his hands out from his pockets. "Which reminds me... Before I go, I have a question for you. Did you, or did you not, burn Paestri's hair?"

The flames died down. "No." A glare went to his scarf, and a slight sound was heard, from the lizard that no one could see. "I took the flames from her hair, as the flames were caused by someone else..." Glancing back to Demare, Loki tilted his head, opening his mouth to say something... but then yawning instead. Perhaps Demare wasn't looking for another fight...?

Loki smirked.

Demare was quiet for a moment, finding that to be a curious fact. So Loki did indeed have a heart in there somewhere. Unfortunately, it was too late for him to turn away now, his head beginning to throb as he felt his heartbeat slow down.

"I see..." was all he said at first, but then decided to warn the boy anyway. "You'll have to forgive me. I'm about to not be myself again, but this time... in a different way."

The body then grew limp and collapsed to the ground.

"....oh?" Curious, Loki stepped closer, his face setting into a stoic mood while he remained close, yet still kept his distance.

Idle fingers curled around the ends of his scarf, and Loki found himself on the edge, as if preparing for something extravagant.

"Lue... be prepared."

The body was lifeless for a moment, unmoving until the child's fingers began to twitch and curl, his wings flitting and stretching up toward the sky. Demare's eyes snapped open as he took in a deep breath, trying to refill his lungs with air a bit too quickly. He coughed, curling up a little bit along the ground as he grasped at his chest, trying to force his body to calm itself. There had to be a better way to go about this... Demian had always wondered if one day during the switch, the body would simply never wake up again.

Able to get his breathing back to normal after a few moments, the child wiped the dirt off of his face as he stood. Looking to Loki, he cracked his neck, the sickening sound destorying the silent that seemed to linger in the air.

"Ah, so it WAS you," the boy sneered, his smirk hidden by his scarf. "Ya know, I thought there'd never be a soul out there that could get him mad aside from me. You proved me wrong, Loki."

His eyes narrowed, but he didn't give the hyena his usual glare. No... this one was actually worthy of SOME respect. "However, you made a BIG mistake."

"Oh?" Loki smirked just enough to achieve that mischievious glint in his eyes, but crossed his arms and waited for an answer.

The book hanging from his side seemed to hum for a moment, and the lizard skittered down the fire scarf, jolting into the lantern that was hanging next to the book in an instant. The flame started up once again, and Loki's grin grew wider. "I suppose you want to make something of it..."

"You see, I don't give a rat's a** about what happened to that b***h, unlike my other half," Demare explained while lifting up his left hand. "However, you burned my hand. I believe it's past due time to pay you back."

A crazed look appeared in his bi-colored eyes. "I'm afraid you already started to make something of it before it even began. We're a bit alike... We don't let things go very easily."

The shadows around him started to dance, rippling and moving as if they were gaining life.

"Whine whine whine, is all I hear..." Muttered Loki, whom held up his own left arm, pulling down the bandages and revealing the skin, showing that it resembled a bit like a lava lamp. Glowing red hue. White scars.

"If you haven't noticed... I can't be burned." His grin met his ears. "But you look like you need to let off a little steam, nonetheless... but yes, we are a bit alike..."

The halfling tugged at his scarf until it slipped off, allowing it to fall to the ground. It revealed his evil smirk, his head hanging down a little bit for a moment.

"Who ever said anything about burning you?" he cooed, taking Mordanath into his right hand. "I've always wondered... what blood from a dog like you might taste like."

A laugh escaped from Loki's lips. "At least you got the breed right... but let's see if you can even touch me..." Taking a step back, Loki barked another laugh, though this one was hollow.

"Lue," He spoke, flipping open the door to his lantern. With a whoosh of flame, Lue appeared in front of Loki, much larger than before.

Red Lizard meet Hound of the Baskervilles, baby.

Demare could hardly contain his excitement. This was going to be fun. He hadn't had a real fight since he was attacked by those creatures in the shop Micheal had come from.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to turn your back on the enemy?" he questioned, his two red eyes opening above his right. "Shadows, come out and PLAY with our friend."

From the darkness behind Loki, crawling out from the shadows his flame was causing, a unrecognizable creature prowled a little bit before ramming its large body right into the hyena boy. Its eyes were glowing red, the form having animalistic traits for its body, and whatever it was... was very heavy. The monster was drooling badly, its dark claws digging into the ground by Loki, not even bothering to pin the boy. The light from the fire didn't seem to affect it; it was almost as if the light were being eatten away.

"Gotta exorcise-"

"No." Lue cut him off, baring his teeth. "This is not a spirit. I do not know if I can handle it... but I will try." A paw raised, and then slammed down onto the earth, sending a large fire wave at the beast. He had to protect Loki while Loki recovered himself. Or at least buy time for him to attack Demare head on...

The large beast snarled and roared, spit flying from its mouth as it breathed the fire away. Its blackened teeth were jagged and sharp, its breaths heavy and heaving. It was almost as if it were in some sort of beserked state of mind. The creature began to take slow steps forward, the ground shaking a little bit every time a clawed paw hit the ground.

"That thing's pretty smart," Demare smirked. "He's right... This isn't a spirit. It's not even really living."

A low growl emitted from the shadow's throat, its eyes seeming to be fixated on the lizard.

"However, this fight... is between you and me," he purred.

The creature lifted a heavy arm and swung it hard at Lue.

"Alone."

Yelping and growing smaller to avoid the paw, Lue skittered off in a winding path, leading the beast away from them.

Rising, Loki grimaced, brushing himself off. "So your expertise is shadows... intriguing." Loki glanced around, grimacing. He hadn't picked the best spot, with trees overshadowing and providing shadow... but he had his scarf, and he had his lantern, and his book... but the only thing within reach and currently useable was his scarf, at the moment.

He'd have to make due.

The beast made its way after Lue, seeming to have no interest in Loki whatsoever.

"It's not just my expertise," he stated, waiting for Loki to make his move. Since the beast had attacked the hyena boy, he felt that it was only fair for the boy to get his barrings again. "I live in them. I am a part of them. I'm just... humanized to fit in more with this derranged world. Thing is, no light can hurt me but one... In a sense, anyway."

"Heh. A riddle is as a riddle does, eh?" Loki mocked, that cheeky grin of his returning. Ah, how good the flames felt upon his skin! They rose from his scarf, almost making it seem like the hyena boy himself was a bonfire.

A step was taken forward, and then another. He was curious, really... since the scarf had burned Demare in the daytime... could it hurt him at night? Perhaps... perhaps Loki saw more than he was letting on.

Demare didn't move as Loki made his way closer, enjoying the heat of the flames. Ah, it reminded him of so long ago... when he lived in the realm of demons while he was alive. The burning heat of his surroundings, hiding in the darkness as fire lived on without its light. It was true, what he read in one of Neko's books; fire had attributes of both darkness and light. Its character belonged to the darkness, while its body belonged to the light.

So to which did Loki belong to?

Loki considered himself to belong to neither; he was always neutral, causing his own mischief and then fixing it when others caught him at what he was doing. What a pain, really.

At nighttime, Demare was a threat. At day... there had been that one instance - if he hadn't been ganged up on... a scowl crossed his face. Damn that Mayu. At least he had put her in her place just days before.

"Heh." Curling his hand, he allowed his fingers to meet his palm, before throwing out a flame at Demare. A test of power, seeing how much one could deal out, and one could take.

Loki was sick of being a kid. Sick of being considered weak. Sick of losing...

The halfling brought up a hand and batted at the flame, some sort of black mist covering the flesh as if it were trying to protect him from being burned. The "mist" faded away once the fire was gone, something beginning to dance along the ground in the shadows at Demare's feet. It was hard to see what it was, however, being mixed in with his black lower clothing.

"What the ******** are you waiting for?" he frowned, not at all impressed with the way Loki seemed to be going about things. He was losing what little patience he had.

"If only you knew," Loki muttered, that smirk of his widening. Another one was cast, though this one smaller than before.

Demare deflected the flame with his dagger this time, ignoring Mordanath's cries.

"You're starting to piss me off, puppy," he muttered, his eyes narrowing down into slits.

"You're getting the point, halfa," He replied, giving a laugh. "But, if you wish to stop, oh... say... dicking around..." Stroking his scarf, Loki opened his mouth as he unleashed a gigantic wave of fire at Demare, using that as a cover to rush in closer for a body-to-body attack.

Demare threw his hands toward the ground, his red eyes glowing brightly. Black fire began to rise up toward the sky, flickering and spitting as it began to form a wall to catch the real fire. If he could get most of it, that would be fine. A good fight always came with pain, after all, and that was the joy of it all. Something to show how worthy the fight was.

He did not expect Loki to come rushing at him, however, and the boy had plowed right into him, causing him to fall over. Mordanath flew out from his hand and landed blade-side down in the ground neayby, just out of reach for either of them.

"THAT'S more like it!" the demon sneered, almost laughing. He kicked Loki off of him, quite pleased.

Rolling to the side a few feet, Loki kicked off from the ground again, grabbing whatever he could reach and sinking his teeth into it. He now knew what he dealt with... fire against fire, so normal attacks would have to do. His crimson eyes remained determined, still holding that spark of mischief inside them, but now also holding that bit of defiance, as well as stubbornness...

And Loki wasn't playing for cheap shots anymore, either.

The halfling cried out as he felt the hyena's teeth sink into the palm of his hand, not quite sure if he'd managed to break the skin. In a fit of rage, Demare lifted the boy by the mouth, using the ground for support, and managed to throw Loki over himself, slamming him hard into the ground head first.

Snarling in a fit of rage, Loki twisted and grimaced at the weight he had put on his wings, and used the ground as leverage to launch himself at Demare again. Fire brimmed from both his fingertips and scarf as he whirled, attempting to land a mark on the demon with his nails.

The time for talking was over, it seemed.

Demare growled as he barely managed to dodge, his right arm getting clawed by his shoulder, tearing and singeing the bandage. The tear was enough to unravel the whole thing, the already dirty cloth-like material falling to the ground, revealing the scarred markings running along the child's arm. The fire had burned the flesh, causing it to bubble up a little bit, and the scratch happened to be right through the first mark. At first, Demian didn't notice much save for the feeling of a little blood trickling down from the wound.

After a moment, however, his whole arm began to burn, the markings rippling slightly as he grabbed tightly at the wound, crying out in pain. The seal... Somehow, it had been weakened.

Blinded by his anger, the halfling threw a hard punch toward the other's face, his fist coming so quickly it was almost a blur. The force was much greater than the first kick, causing the air to whip a little bit before making impact.

Letting out a loud yell, Loki hit the ground, now lying face up, the wind seeming to blow harder. Grimacing, he forced himself to get up. Had to finish what he started, had to fight...

Crouching, Loki wrapped his scarf further around his neck, so that the flames enveloped him, making it so he couldn't be touched as he had before. But he did notice that Demare had gotten more feral, and the eyes went to his arm... so that was the key. Grinning darkly, he ran at the halfling, whirling around halfway, attempting to shove into the other and scratch in the same place.

Loki had succeeded in another scratch, but the halfling didn't cry out this time. His red eyes began to glow brighter as the markings rippled once again, the child not hesitating in grabbing the hyena boy's arm to swing him around a couple of times, then throwing him with increased strength toward a nearby tree.

His shirt was blackened in a few areas, the bandage on his left hand on fire; he didn't seem to care, however. With the wave of his hand, the fire was gone, the skin peeling and shrivled a little bit, large blisters beginning to form. His right wing appeared to be a little bigger now, still mangled and broken looking, tears and holes along the membranes. Demare hissed as he watched Loki, wondering what the boy's next move would be. It was almost as if he didn't notice the changes that were happening.

Not even having the heart to cry out anymore, Loki crumpled at the base of the tree, nursing his injured arm, though had a look of malice in those crimson eyes of his.

He didn't move, but curled his free hand into the ground, ready to throw dirt in Demare's eyes should he come closer.

"Do you have ANY idea what kind of trouble you've caused?" he snarled, taking slow steps toward the hyena.

Lifting his right arm, it began to surge with power, black lightning dancing along his flesh. Shadows lifted from the ground, raising Loki into the air, pinning the child against the tree. One of the shadows wrapped tightly around the boy's neck, squeezing hard, but allowing just enough air to pass through so he wasn't being choked.

"Fixing those markings is going to be a b***h to do."

Reaching the other boy, a smirk spread across the child's face as he grabbed his wrist, his grip tight. "Now, I believe it's time I pay you back for what you've done."

Eyes widening, Loki struggled and tried to throw the dirt, but all it did was clash against Demare's side.

"N... ugh..." He muttered, closing an eye and baring his fangs, slouching. There was nothing more he could do; the bandage around his lavalike arm unwraveled long ago, now bearing the white symbols that marked exorcisms.

Those crimson eyes of his, however, never left Demare's eyes.

Good, because his bi-colored eyes never left Loki's.

"At first, I thought I should just break your arm and be done with it," he cooed, finally moving his sight to the arm he held. Demare moved himself closer to it, inspecting the symbols for only a moment. "However, I decided that... that just wouldn't do."

He pressed his cheek against the bare flesh, rubbing against it a little bit as if he got some sort of pleasure out of that. He took in a deep breath, taking in the boy's scent as his fingers dug into his wrist, his eyes rolling back a little bit.

"I did say that I wondered what your blood might taste like. I'm getting kind of... hungry," he breathed.

Without another word, Demare sunk his teeth into Loki's arm. He bit hard, clamping his jaw closed as his now sharp teeth ripped and tore at the muscle underneath the skin, nearly reaching the hyena's bone. Once his mouth was closed, he pulled away and released the boy's arm, backing away as he chewed the tissue a little bit before swallowing. Blood dripped down from his lips as the smirk returned, a crazed look in his blank eyes.

"Disgusting," he sneered. "I could eat you for lunch!"

Crying out, Loki watched as Demare bit into his arm, ripping away the flesh, as if it were a mere piece of meat.

... the pain was overwhelming. It hurt worse than when he exorcised... and now, he had no strength left to fight back; all he could think about was the pain.

Pain... just like poison. But where... did the poison come from?

Quite suddenly, a brush of air enveloped both of the boys, alerting them to another presence. Standing there, beside Loki, was a tall man adorned with black feathers, and pupilless eyes. A haughty look was given, and he raised his chin just a small bit, as if he dared the other to oppose him.

"Loki... is not your property..."

Demare's smirk faded as his eyes turned to the man that appeared, his left arm lifting up to wipe the blood from his mouth. A friend of the dog's... how touching.

"I never said he was," he barked, turning around as he reached out for Mordanath with his mind, the shadows lifting the poor dagger from the ground. At it hovered into his hands, it screeched a little bit before calming down, the eye darting about as if searching for something. "I was simply returning a favor."

The halfling had no interest in fighting someone else, even in his current state of mind. He only hurt those he deemed untrustworthy, or anyone that tried to hurt him. 'Kill or be killed', as the saying went... He prefered it to be simply 'kill'.

"Then leave. You have no more business to attend to..." The raven turned and dealt with Loki, picking the hyena boy up from the ground, noting that he was slowly going unconscious.

Loki's hair was a matted mess of blood. The wound on his arm was oozing fresh blood, as well as other more smaller areas, though less noticable than his arm. The raven glanced around until he spotted the bandage that Loki had had previously. Picking it up, he tied it tightly around Loki's arm, then glanced back up to Demare.

He didn't trust him in the slightest.

Sliding in between the raven and Demare, the large lizard huffed as he sat on his haunches, looking rather mussed up but still good to go.

However, he didn't move from his spot, and looked the part of a guard dog. No way was he going to let anything else happen to Loki - not on his watch.

"Pffft, like you even need to tell me," he stated, taking up his scarf, not even turning to look at them. He winced at the touch of the material, his left hand badly burned. "I was leaving anyway."

Demare's feet dragged against the ground, the child stumbling a little bit as he tried to get far enough away from the others so he could sit down and try to tend to his own wounds. The scratches wouldn't be too hard to heal, but the burns would take quite a bit of time. His body itself, however, needed to be balanced against first thing. It couldn't handle the broken seal, as he took wobbly steps toward home.

Rest, Clare demanded. I'll get us home, heal you as best as I'm able, and then you can fix the seal.

I... can't, the demon sighed, feeling his head throb a little bit. I can't leave the body.

What?

I've been trying to leave... since I threw that b***h...

If the angel had said anything after that, he didn't hear it. The halfling just kept walking, trying to figure out how to fix the seal. It had been so long...

"Lue." Murmured the raven, whom the lizard gave his rapt attention to. "Gather Loki's book and lantern. We're going for... a short trip." Nodding to the raven as he turned to leave, the flame lizard sidewinded over to the book, picking that up, and managing to get the lantern as well.

"Things need to be fixed."

All Lue could do was nod, in a sad sort of way.

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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 11:23 am

[RP: We are but creatures of the night. (Demare/Alex)]

Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 1:35 am

A whole new level of insanity: The IM with Mayu

Mayu Potpie: Hi. ^^
deCLmiaARnE: Hello. smile
Mayu Potpie: Didn't expect to see you on this late.
deCLmiaARnE: Oh, I was just looking up some things. I thought maybe I could find some information online.
deCLmiaARnE: What about you? I normally don't see you around this time.
Mayu Potpie: What sort of things? And I'm just bored, I guess. Everyone else is watching a horror movie or something.. You know I dislike them. razz
deCLmiaARnE: I'm trying to find information on some of the books Neko has, actually. I'm having trouble finding what I want to know about necromancy, and I was hoping the internet would hold information on any specific books to look for instead of reading through everything.
deCLmiaARnE: Oh, yes... I know. smile No more of those for you, at least at night.
Mayu Potpie: Hehe. Um... Search engines are always helpful if you know what to type in. ^^
deCLmiaARnE: I seem to be having trouble. sad Maybe I'm not using the right keywords.
Mayu Potpie: Try to be more specific? I dunno. xP
deCLmiaARnE: specific has nothing to do with it
deCLmiaARnE: Oh, that's right. HE keeps messing up my words. >/
deCLmiaARnE: i told you you dont need to look it up
deCLmiaARnE: Oh hush. I want to.
Mayu Potpie: razz That's mean. Please stop?
deCLmiaARnE: stop what
deCLmiaARnE: him looking for that s**t
deCLmiaARnE: OKAY
deCLmiaARnE: Demian...
Mayu Potpie: Um.. Maybe I could help? I have nothing to do anyway. ^^;
deCLmiaARnE: dont help him
deCLmiaARnE: he doesnt need to look it up
deCLmiaARnE: Sigh. It would actually be appreciated it.
deCLmiaARnE: no it wouldnt
deCLmiaARnE: DEMIAN STOP IT!
deCLmiaARnE: Anyway, what I'm looking for is information on attaches souls to bodies. I want to know how to do it.
Mayu Potpie: No, I meant stop messing up his searches.. ><;
Mayu Potpie: Ah.. okay, I'll try razz
Mayu Potpie: Oh.. Found something! Is this good?
deCLmiaARnE: ...Actually, that's close to what I'm looking for. Was there anything else? I've already looked through the books this one listed.
Mayu Potpie: No, I'm still looking... What do you need this for? Just curious.
deCLmiaARnE: nothing
deCLmiaARnE: hes being stupid
deCLmiaARnE: I'll have to tell you another time. It's hard to explain anything when Demian is allowed to talk as well.
Mayu Potpie: Ooh.. Okay.
Mayu Potpie: Um... Would you like to come to my house any time soon? I would really appreciate the company... ^^~
deCLmiaARnE: S... sure! I'll talk to Neko and see if maybe we can go over there sometime this week. smile It's been a little while, hasn't it?
Mayu Potpie: Yeah, it has. It's a bit lonely here now, what with my cat... dying. ._.
deCLmiaARnE: What? sad What happened??
Mayu Potpie: I don't know, she just wasn't moving one morning.. We took her to the pet clinic and they tried to operate but failed.
deCLmiaARnE: Oh my gosh... Mayu, I'm so sorry. sad
Mayu Potpie: I'm okay. Don't worry about me. ^^ So.. how's that search going?
deCLmiaARnE: I'm going to give up on it for now, as much as I hate to do so. Demian is making it too difficult to search for anything, so I'll have to try again when he's asleep.
deCLmiaARnE: ill never sleep
deCLmiaARnE: ...
Mayu Potpie: Heh. razz
deCLmiaARnE: One day, I won't have to deal with this anymore... =_= Oh, what a wonderful dream that is.
Mayu Potpie: Well, good luck with that biggrin I'll keep on searching in the meantime..
deCLmiaARnE: I appreciate it, despite anything Demian might say.
deCLmiaARnE: But... don't push yourself, okay?
Mayu Potpie: Hehe. Oh, another site turned up..
deCLmiaARnE: I know you told me not to worry, but I do anyway.
deCLmiaARnE: Oh! That has something...
Mayu Potpie: Stop worrying about me so much. ^^ I like to help.
deCLmiaARnE: Still... I will try not to worry too much, though.
Mayu Potpie: Glad I could be of help. biggrin And I'll be fine. I promise.
deCLmiaARnE: Okay... I believe you. smile If there's anything I can do, let me know, too. I like helping, too.
Mayu Potpie: Alright. ^^
Mayu Potpie: I'll keep that in mind, thanks. Eek, Kimiko is coming up to check on what I'm doing.. She might take over the laptop for a sec.
Mayu Potpie: Hey. Who is this?
deCLmiaARnE: U-um... Hi! This is Cla... I mean, Demare.
Mayu Potpie: Oh yeah, right, Mayu's little boyfriend. Say hi to Neko for me.
deCLmiaARnE: Boy... huh?
deCLmiaARnE: Neko says hello. smile
Mayu Potpie: Eh, I saw you two that morning. I'll leave you two alone. But if you try to make a move on her, I have an assortment of knives, a shovel, and 5 acres of land in the backyard. Ta-ta~
Mayu Potpie: razz She's so embarassing!
deCLmiaARnE: @///@ Q-quite...
deCLmiaARnE: Hey, Mayu?
Mayu Potpie: Yeah?
deCLmiaARnE: What is this... boy... friend she mentioned? I'm afraid I don't understand.
Mayu Potpie: Umm... I heard it being used on TV once. I think it's a guy that you're going out with...?
deCLmiaARnE: Going out with? You mean like for walks and such?
Mayu Potpie: No, they always used the word "date" too, and I don't think it refers to a calendar date..
deCLmiaARnE: ...Oh! ...OH! @///@ O-oh my! B-but... we're still kids! Adults have very strange thoughts...
Mayu Potpie: My older sister is walking by, I'll ask her!
Mayu Potpie: Yo. So you want to know what going out means? It's like you're in a relationship, but not that serious. It's like... kissing, hugging, that kind of stuff. Not like doing it or anything.
deCLmiaARnE: Doing... it?
Mayu Potpie: I think she's having a blushing fit right now, I'll go kick her or summin.
Mayu Potpie: And you know, Rod A goes into Slot B?
deCLmiaARnE: Rod... slot... What???? @@ That makese no sense. I don't understand this... language you use.
Mayu Potpie: omg, go ask your mom or something. I'll get in trouble for telling kids about this stuff.
deCLmiaARnE: Um... okay.
deCLmiaARnE: ... I... ... That is......... ....I don't even know what to SAY to that.
Mayu Potpie: Okay, sorry about that. >///< Adults are so weird.. Tell me what it means too!
Mayu Potpie: What, what?? Tell me!
deCLmiaARnE: U-um... A-are you SURE you want to know?
Mayu Potpie: Yes! I'm curious! biggrin
deCLmiaARnE: Two people... having...
deCLmiaARnE: S... ssss.... .........It's hard to even type it.
Mayu Potpie: Sandwiches? Spaghetti?
deCLmiaARnE: sex
deCLmiaARnE: ...
deCLmiaARnE: Erm, yes.
Mayu Potpie: ...... Oh my. @///@
Mayu Potpie: ...well.
deCLmiaARnE: I... Man. That... baffles me. We're still... KIDS. sad
deCLmiaARnE: I can see the... hugging... but...
Mayu Potpie: Adults think the weirdest things...
deCLmiaARnE: So... embarressing... @///@
Mayu Potpie: And we only hugged.. um... 6 or 7 times.
Mayu Potpie: I know, right?
deCLmiaARnE: You... kept track?
Mayu Potpie: ...yeah. Is that weird? <.<;
deCLmiaARnE: N-no! I was... just surprised. @///@ I think it was somewhere around that.
Mayu Potpie: Hehe, I thought it was kinda weird myself keeping track.. But yeah.
deCLmiaARnE: It's... actually kind of cute. smile
Mayu Potpie: ^^ Thanks. Whoa, I think my mom must be psychic or something, because she just yelled from downstairs, "WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT FLIRTING WITH HER??"
deCLmiaARnE: sad
Mayu Potpie: razz Don't mind her. I appreciate the compliment. ^///^
deCLmiaARnE: I guess that's really all that matters, right? At least, that's what Neko tells me whenever I ask her about people's reactions to things.
deCLmiaARnE: She told me not to worry about Kimiko so much for some reason. She mentioned something about her just being... overprotective? And that I should just do what I feel it right.
Mayu Potpie: Yeah, I guess. But if you ask me, you're pretty cute yourself. ^^
Mayu Potpie: She is really overprotective. xD You can't beat that.
deCLmiaARnE: @///@ I... am...?
Mayu Potpie: Of course, why do you think I kept hugging you so much? razz
deCLmiaARnE: ...
deCLmiaARnE: I... don't know. o_o
deCLmiaARnE: That is quite the valid point.
Mayu Potpie: Hehe.
Mayu Potpie: hi
Mayu Potpie: who is this
deCLmiaARnE: Hm? Mayu, you know who this is.
Mayu Potpie: ??thsi isnt mayu
Mayu Potpie: im her sister
deCLmiaARnE: ...How many sisters does she have? I'm afraid I don't know any of you. I've only met Kimiko and Mayu.
Mayu Potpie: 2
deCLmiaARnE: My name is Demare.
deCLmiaARnE: Two?
Mayu Potpie: yep
deCLmiaARnE: Wow. I have two sisters, too.
Mayu Potpie: im verde
deCLmiaARnE: It's nice to meet you, Verde.
Mayu Potpie: yep u to
Mayu Potpie: Sorry about that.
Mayu Potpie: My little sister got bored of watching the movie I guess and snuck on while I was looking for something.
deCLmiaARnE: Ha ha. I see.
Mayu Potpie: Okay, she's going to start whining if I don't let her back on razz
Mayu Potpie: yay
deCLmiaARnE: Uh, hello again.
Mayu Potpie: hi
deCLmiaARnE: So...
deCLmiaARnE: ...How are you?
Mayu Potpie: um good
Mayu Potpie: we wer watchin g som movie about a murdrer but it wus boring
deCLmiaARnE: Oh? What movie was that?
Mayu Potpie: umm
Mayu Potpie: nitemare on elm st
Mayu Potpie: i thnk
deCLmiaARnE: ...She's letting you guys watch that? o_o How old are you?
Mayu Potpie: 5 biggrin
Mayu Potpie: our mom is weird
deCLmiaARnE: Wow. Even Neko won't let half the people that live here watch something like that. She was reluctant to let me watch Chucky.
Mayu Potpie: our mom lets us watch scary movies all the time
Mayu Potpie: she turns the lights off at the scary parts
deCLmiaARnE: I'm sorry. Does she do that on purpose?
Mayu Potpie: yea i thnk shes rly weird
Mayu Potpie: but she pops a bag of popcorn every 10 minutes
Mayu Potpie: i dunno wher she gets all of it
deCLmiaARnE: Well, popcorn really is the best snack for a movie, and it's fairly easy to come by.
Mayu Potpie: yep but its like she has tons of it she never runs out
Mayu Potpie: i smell popcorn bye
Mayu Potpie: Okay, sorry about that.
deCLmiaARnE: That's okay. I guess it's similar to how Demian takes over the keyboard when I'm on the computer.
deCLmiaARnE: rotten little twit
deCLmiaARnE: ...Like that.
Mayu Potpie: Heh..
Mayu Potpie: Kinda.
Mayu Potpie: Hmm... So what're you doing now? I think Kimiko turned off the lights downstairs again, I can hear screaming and hysterical laughing. mad
deCLmiaARnE: Oh, nothing really. I took some notes from the page you sent me, and I was thinking of trying to take a look through Neko's books later to see if I could find it. Other than that, I guess I'm just sitting here.
Mayu Potpie: Ooh.. I'm just looking through some web catalogs.
Mayu Potpie: But it's a bit pointless because I don't think Kimiko will order any of this stuff for me.
deCLmiaARnE: Oh? What kind of stuff are you looking at?
Mayu Potpie: Clothes.. hats.. stuff like that.
deCLmiaARnE: What kind of clothes?
Mayu Potpie:
Mayu Potpie: Stuff like that.
deCLmiaARnE: Those are... pretty. Lots of ribbons. But it seems so dark somehow.
Mayu Potpie: I'm looking at the more pastel-y colors for the dresses.
Mayu Potpie: And of course, you saw my bunny hat -- I'm trying to get more hats like it. razz If I can't find any other hats like that, I can always just make my own.. Though I'm sure it'll look horrible.
deCLmiaARnE: I think those dresses would look very nice on you.
deCLmiaARnE: Oh, I remember that hat. It was cute!
Mayu Potpie: Kimiko found it while we were shopping at the big marketplace in Gambino. She bought tons of them.
Mayu Potpie: I don't think I would look good in those dresses.. ^^;;
deCLmiaARnE: Why not?
Mayu Potpie: Just.. because. razz
deCLmiaARnE: because your ugly
deCLmiaARnE: Demian...
deCLmiaARnE: she is its all that ******** PINK
deCLmiaARnE: She didn't ask for your opinion.
deCLmiaARnE: im giving it anyway
deCLmiaARnE: ...
deCLmiaARnE: Don't listen to him.
Mayu Potpie: razz I won't.
deCLmiaARnE: I think you're beautiful...
deCLmiaARnE: sap
deCLmiaARnE: SHUT UP!
Mayu Potpie: ...Thanks. ^^
deCLmiaARnE: I really mean that, though... I really do think you're pretty.
deCLmiaARnE: p***y
deCLmiaARnE: And I think a dress like the ones you showed me would look very nice on you.
deCLmiaARnE: just ******** her already
deCLmiaARnE: Excuse me?
deCLmiaARnE: you heard me
Mayu Potpie: ...
deCLmiaARnE: Okay, THAT'S IT.
Mayu Potpie: I think I should stay out of this ^^;;
deCLmiaARnE: I'm sorry... He's being very rude right now. =_=
Mayu Potpie: It's okay.
deCLmiaARnE: I really hope my plan will work someday... Things will be so much better if I can pull it off.
Mayu Potpie: I still want to hear what the plan is. biggrin
deCLmiaARnE: When I go to see you next, remind me and I will tell you.
Mayu Potpie: Okay.
deCLmiaARnE: Without interruptions from you know who. =_=
Mayu Potpie: I'm curious to hear it. ^^
deCLmiaARnE: You might like it, actually.
Mayu Potpie: Oh?
deCLmiaARnE: Maybe. I don't really know, as... I'm not entirely sure how you feel about him.
Mayu Potpie: I don't mind him that much, there are rude people in life and you just have to accept them razz No matter how mean they are.
deCLmiaARnE: ...Try living with him, and then saying that again. ^^;;
Mayu Potpie: Heh, I guess there are some things you have to see first-hand to really understand.
Mayu Potpie: Is it really that bad?
deCLmiaARnE: Mayu... he manipulated the body while I was still in it to break your branch... He's been tormenting me mentally for the past year and a half. ._. He's almost killed Micheal, someone we're supposed to be taking care of, several times. I get in more trouble than he does, because no one outside of the house knows about him save for whomever I'm telling now. I'm... I'm tired of it...
Mayu Potpie: >< I'm sorry.. And there's nothing you can do to help it?
deCLmiaARnE: I've tried being nice to him. I've allowed him to do things that I shouldn't have. I don't know what else to do anymore...
Mayu Potpie: Hmm...
deCLmiaARnE: I've already decided on what I'm doing. You'll understand more once I'm able to tell you everything.
Mayu Potpie: Alright.
Mayu Potpie: Oh wow.. it's getting late. @_@
deCLmiaARnE: Oh! Yes, yes it is. I think I need to be going... I want to try to find something before Demian steals the body back.
Mayu Potpie: Alright, good luck. ^^ I think I'm going to go to sleep.. I'm tired.
Mayu Potpie: Night!
deCLmiaARnE: Sleep well! Goodnight, Mayu.

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[PRP: Rainbow Slivers (Mayu/Demare)]

Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 12:32 pm

[Diary: Clare

I'm still in shock. Things happened today, but... all I can think about is that one part.]

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Quest Time!

The mysterious dagger which formed when a gift from the Legend Raven reacted with Demare's guardian pendant has thus far been largely dormant in the lives of Demian and Clare - two parts of the whole that is Demare. Change is in the air, however, and Mordanath has begun acting oddly. It's behavior has become radical and unpredictable as if it is agitated for some reason it refuses to share. Demare's quest is to search for and discover the significance of the dagger's past - and to determine what role it will play in his split future.

Good luck, young Legend!

Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 12:33 pm

(June 12, 2006; Quest Post)

Demare sighed as the dagger began to screech at him again, his right hand releasing the hilt for the last time. This was getting irritating... It had been going on for about an hour now, and just about everyone had pretty much had it with the damned thing. Neko had demanded that he take it outside somewhere so they wouldn't have to hear it all afternoon. ...And, he did. Only, the dagger's cries only seemed to be getting louder, and the eye refused to open.

What a great time for Clare to be sleeping, Demian grumbled, hiding under the shade given off by the tree in the backyard.

Not anymore, the angel sighed, a bit tired sounding. Mordanath's cries make it hard to do so.

Does he do this around you?

Not that I know of. He seemed fine the last time I touched him.

...I'll meet you in the realm. Be somewhere I can find you, okay?

Hm? Why...?

"Because I've had enough of this," the child mumbled, standing up from the ground and making his way inside. He'd tied the dagger to his bandage earlier, and the blade swung just over the floor. "He's been doing this ever since my seal weakened in that fight."

You never did tell me what happened with Loki, Clare said a bit idly, thinking back to about a week ago.

The demon didn't respond as he pulled himself up the stairs, stepping down the hallway and cautiously watching for anyone being upstairs. No one seemed to be around... Even Manior wasn't in their room. Closing the door behind him, the halfling walked over to the mirror...

...and stepped right through it.

The left half of the body faded into the shadows as Demian eyed the surroundings, looking for the other boy. That brat... He told him to be somewhere where he could find him.

"Don't make me touch this thing while in here," he growled, holding up his arm a bit so the dagger was farther from the ground. "THAT cry would hurt like a b***h."

Clare appeared only a moment later, a bit of a contrast compared to his surroundings. The angel looked different from the body; his hair was blonde like it was when he was alive, and his eyes were a pale blue. His skin was ghostly white, nearly blending in with his clothes. The biggest difference, however, was the fact that he was completely whole, while Demian was only half.

"Sorry... I couldn't figure out where you were going to show up," he breathed, rubbing his eyes a little bit. "I thought you might have shown up by the tree."

"You know I can't get to the subconscious without the mirror," the demon said, rolling his black eye. "Anyway... This is getting stupid. He's acting like he doesn't even know me."

At this point, Mordanath had begun to flap his wings wildly, as if trying to fly away. Its blade, however, was far too heavy for it to go more than maybe a few inches away from where it originally was hanging, and Clare grabbed the hilt before it could do anything further. Immediately, the dagger's wings folded inward, shielding the eye as it finally opened into a little slit and glared at the boy.

"That's... strange," he stated, holding the dagger closer to his face to get a better look. "It's as if he's mad about something."

"Don't even THINK about pinning that on me," Demian snorted, holding his arm across his chest. There was only black where his left arm should have been. "For once, it wasn't me."

"Somehow, I doubt that, but it's hard to say since we both kind of let something happen to him recently," Clare retorted, untying the dagger from the bandage. "Both times we ended up being in a fight, we let him get knocked away."

Demian quirked a brow. "You don't think he's upset about not getting to help, do you?"

"Not very likely, but it's possible." His feathered wings fidgeted slightly, his head beginning to hurt a little bit. It was quiet, and barely audible, but the angel swore he heard someone speak. "Did you just say something?"

"Mm? Not after that, no," the demon shrugged, but then narrowed his three eyes. "Did you hear something?"

This time, the voice was louder, and he heard it as well.

"Never... forget..." the voice had said, seeming to echo throughout the darkness.

"Who said that...?" Clare asked with a frown, lifting his head to search the shadows. He, Demian, and the shadow beasts were the only ones there, right? "Never forget what?"

With that, the entire realm began to shake.

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(June 12, 2006; Quest Post)

"Demian, what's going on?!" Clare demanded to know, falling down to his hands and knees as the realm began to violently shake, almost as if everything was about to tear apart. "Stop this!"

"I... I can't!" the demon stammered, trying hard to keep his balance and stay on his feet. "I don't know what's happening! It's doing it on its own!"

"That's absurd!" the angel hissed, drawing his wings in close as he swore he felt something drop from above. "This is YOUR subconscious! How can it just act on its own??"

"HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?!" Demian growled, his eyes glowing a little bit. "It's like it's falling apart somehow!"

Everything stopped. The realm had seemed to calm down, the darkness resting as the boys tried to get their bearings again. Clare noticed that the ground felt a little different from usual; normally, it was very cold and the floor was completely flat. Today, however, it felt a little warmer than usual, and it was bumpy and rugged, a little bit like earth. His hands twitched a little bit, realizing he was missing something.

"Hey... Where's Mordanath?" he asked, sitting up on his knees slowly as he looked up at the demon before him.

Demian only stared at him for a moment, as if he had no idea what he was talking about.

"You don't have him?" he asked calmly, his dark wings fidgeting a little bit.

"N-no..." the angel replied reluctantly, grinning sheepishly.

...

"HOW COULD YOU LOSE HIM?!" he snapped, fuming mad. He reached his arms out to grab the child's shirt, ready to yank him to his feet. "YOU ONLY HAD HIM FO--..."

Demian stopped, his eyes widening as he stared at his left arm, which had somehow emerged from the darkness. Dropping the angel, he began to inspect both of his hands. They weren't bandaged, scarred, or anything. His flesh held a darker tone, not the usual gray color he was used to; it was almost tan, but not quite. Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed black hair just barely resting over his shoulders.

"How...?" he whispered, not able to believe it. He wasn't normal... He wasn't himself. He COULDN'T be his old self.

Clare stood up, looking up at the demon, no longer being the same height. Both of the children looked a little older, maybe only a couple of years. He was quiet, unable to say anything for a long moment as he merely stared. There was a hint of disgust in his voice when he finally did speak, turning his pale eyes toward the ground as he began to walk to the left.

"Even your eyes have changed."

The demon pursed his lips, not quite understanding what the other was getting at. The sound of water dropping caught his ears, turning to see a small puddle not too far away, jagged rocks towering overhead. A cave...? What happened to the shadows? What the hell had happened?

"Hey... take a look at this," Clare piped up, glancing over his shoulder. He was several feet ahead, peering out of the cave's entrance. "You're not the only one that's changed..."

Demian quickly made his way over, climbing up a rock to get to where the angel was, taking note that even his clothing was different. He was now wearing a simple black outfit very similar to Clare's, his feet bare and the sleeves torn off to uncover his arms. Gold eyes widened as they took in the sight that they saw, his mouth dropping open in awe. Impossible... IMPOSSIBLE. Was this real? Was this just a dream?

"We're... we're home..." Clare muttered, tears falling from his eyes. "We're actually home."

The demon spotted a figure in the distance, squinting his eyes in an attempt to see a little better. After a moment, another figure had joined the first, much brighter in contrast considering the first was very dark.

"Hey, what's that?" he asked, wondering if the other could see any better.

Clare dried his eyes, sniffling a little bit. He shielded and squinted his eyes, trying to making out the figures, but he didn't recognize them. He could only make out shapes, and could make guesses.

"I think they might be angels," he told him, resting against the rock he was leaning up against more. "The one on the right is really bright, but... the other one is so dark. Lots of black, it looks like... I don't remember knowing any angels like that, though."

Demian lowered his head a little bit, his hands tightening into fists. He knew who he was talking about... Long, raven locks of hair, dark robes, tan skinned. His gold eyes could pierce anyone's soul, much like Chandra's could, but his looks really did kill. The unique black wings to represent the darkness in which he served, but feathered for the alliance he held with the other side. The demons referred to him as being a fallen angel, having descended from Heaven with their leader Lucifer back when the war first started. This demon, however, had gone secretly, however... he was a traitor, a spy for the angels.

"That's no angel..." he breathed, squeezing his eyes shut as a tear escaped them. "That's my brother. That's Mordanath."

Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 5:10 pm

(June 13, 2006; Quest Post)

Clare perked his head up a little bit, wondering what he was talking about. Demian had a brother? Did he ever mention that in the past, and he just never remembered? Or did the demon not tell him about this for a reason.

"Do you mean like how Micheal is my brother?" he asked curiously. "Someone who just takes care of you?"

Demian shook his head a little bit, thinking back to the past as he leaned his head down again his fist.

"No... he was my real brother," he explained, his wings drooping down. "We were related by blood."

"Hey, squirt!" the man called, turning away from the horned demon that was boasting to him. He didn't have an interest in hearing about how the others had killed a swarm of humans. "Wait up a minute!"

Demian winced at the mention of the word, narrowing his eyes as he stopped and glared over his shoulder. His wings were folded down over his shoulders, acting like a cape.

"What do you want, Dana?" he growled, emphasizing the girlish nickname.

Mordanath froze at the name, blushing slightly as a few demons nearby began snickering and laughing. Scooping up the child under one arm, he fiercely began to rub his knuckle into the boy's head.

"What did I tell you about calling me that?" he hissed icily, grinning evilly. His large, black feathers ruffled a little bit as he began to walk on, despite the child's protests.

"UNHAND ME, YOU OAF!" he cried, thrashing and flailing about in the man's arm. "THAT HURT!"

"Aw, is that any way to treat your older brother?" Mordanath asked in a singsong voice.

"And what is it you think you're doing to me?!" Demian argued. "Lemme go or I'll tell papa on you!"

The man shuddered, his dark hair bristling slightly. "Ugh, the thought of that man doing anything useful is almost a miracle."

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Mordanath's long, pointed ears twitched slightly as he heard the knock on his door, turning his gold eyes toward the door. He took off his glasses, setting them on the little table by his bed, before closing his book and waving a hand to cause the door to open by itself.

"What's up?" he asked, knowing full well who it was waiting on the other side, a small smile on his face.

Demian looked rather sheepish, standing there in what he normally wore to sleep. His hands were tightly gripped to the legs of his pants, his face red with embarrassment. It was as if he were afraid to say what he wanted to say.

"Come on, out with it," he sighed. "I can't help you if you don't say or do anything."

The little demon whimpered a little bit, pouting. He hated being so weak... He talked big, but really, he was scared of a lot of things.

"C-can... I stay with you tonight...?" he asked bashfully, his face turning more read. He was 60 years old. He should have been able to stay by himself! All of the fighting go on, however, was getting to him, all of the other demons on edge from the last attack. They were constantly bickering with each other, and sometimes it was very hard to sleep.

Mordanath blinked a few times, unable to help but chuckle a little bit. "Poor baby brother," he joked, opening his arms to the boy. "Come, let big brother take care of you!"

Demian was next to him in a heartbeat, and slammed a fist hard into the man's head angrily. He didn't enjoy being teased.

"Owowow! Okay okay, I'm sorry!" he apologized, rubbing his head with a smile. "I couldn't help myself!"

Demian sat down on the edge of his brother's bed, eyeing the book in his lap for a moment. It was strange... He seemed to always be reading those Holy books, but no one ever said anything about it. It was as if they were afraid to tell him to stop.

"Is there ever anything interesting in those things?" he questioned, his red-rimmed eyes staring at the intricate designs on the cover.

"Mm? Oh, in here?" Mordanath asked, looking to the book in his lap. "Oh, probably nothing you'd be interested in. It's just some stuff from before the war started."

The older demon carefully placed the book down next to his glasses, moving his hand to carefully rest on the boy's head and ruffle his shaggy hair. He let it rest after a moment of ignoring the child's protests, and his smile faded. Something was obviously bothering him.

"Don't ever read them, okay?" he said a bit sternly, looking down to his brother with sad eyes. "You have to promise me that and something else."

Demian grumbled, trying to fix his hair. "Oh, fine... Wait. What am I promising?"

"Promise me that... you'll never go to the land of Peace," Mordanath said, standing up from the bed and taking a few steps away. He stopped, however, as the child grasped tightly onto the maroon sash around his waist.

"Why?" the boy asked, keeping his eyes toward the ground. "Why are you keeping so many secrets from me?"

Mordanath tossed his long hair over his shoulder, not even turning to look at him. He couldn't bear to lie, and he especially couldn't face him right now. The truth would be sufficient, even if it wasn't the whole truth.

"You'll find out one day," was all he said, "but until then, just stay away from that place."

"Hey, they're coming closer," Clare noticed, watching as the figures drew closer and closer to the cave they were in. "I wonder if they can see us."

Demian lifted his head to peer out of the cave, and noticed that more angels had joined the demon. There were now about six or seven of them, all following Mordanath to where he and Clare were sitting. Wait... this wasn't the present. His eyes widened slightly, beginning to recognize the angels with his brother.

"This is the past..." he said idly, searching the area for a moment. If this was the day he was thinking it was, then that meant...

"Oh!" the angel next to him piped up, pointing toward a tree near the bottom of the cliff underneath them. "Demian, isn't that you?"

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(June 13, 2006; Quest Post)

Demian watched as Mordanath and the angels stopped, wishing he could go back in time and actually be there. If he could do anything over again, he would have done what his brother had told him and never had come to that terrible place. He was foolish, however, curious of what the older demon was doing. Demian had found out that day, following him to the cave where he went once every week. He'd caught him... He'd caught him red handed.

"A spy," one of the angels said, his pale eyes narrowing as he and his companions glared at the hidden child.

"Wait," Mordanath requested, his eyes widening slightly as he realized who it was. "He's not a spy, he's jus--"

The angels didn't listen. One of the seven thrust an arm toward the tree, uprooting it and throwing it against the child. Demian could feel pressure and pain against his chest where his past self had been hit, holding a hand up to his throat as he remembered getting choked by one of the other angels. The Demian from the memory flew against the cliff, hitting it hard and cracking the rocks behind him.

"No!" the older demon cried. "Stop this!"

Once again, they didn't listen. One of the angels began to form a large ball of light in his hands, another still holding the child against the wall. They ignored the poor demon's cries of pain, his words just not reaching their ears.

"I said STOP!" Mordanath screamed, his eyes changing from gold to red, his wings seeming to bristle like fur. The demon rushed forward quickly, holding out a hand and tossing Demian aside with an unseen force. "RUN!"

Clare was quiet as he watched his old friend flee in fear, unable to look at the boy next to him. This was right before they'd met... The angel had learned of an attack on the land of peace, and decided to finally check on things for himself. Micheal had told him not to go; he was told never to go there until he told him it was okay. However, he'd heard that the angels had attacked an innocent... That they didn't have permission to fight. He couldn't stand it after that. He simply went there, and met Demian not much after that.

Demian watched as Mordanath took the attack for him, the ball of light crashing into the man and the whole side of the cliff crumbled behind the demon as he hit the wall. The angels were a bit surprised, narrowing their eyes further as the first one growled.

"Do you work for us or the enemy, Mordanath?" he sneered.

"Perhaps I work for neither," the demon grumbled, baring his fangs as his eyes began to glow a brilliant red. There was a smirk on his face that could hardly be described as anything but evil, his fingers becoming sharp like claws. "One thing's for certain, though. If you want to get to him, you'll have to get through me, first."

The ground began to shake violently again, the boys not understanding what was going on. The rocks underneath them split and fell apart, causing the children to fall into a pit of darkness.

"Now what's happening?!" Demian demanded to know, trying to use his wings to fly. That didn't seem to work, however, as gravity continued to force them down.

"I see something!" Clare called out to him, also failing at attempted flight. "I think it's...!"

Their eyes widened as they noticed the grassy field beneath them, blood splattered and staining the earth everywhere. Wrapping their arms around each other, they began to scream, wondering if the two of them were about to experience death once more. As they touched the ground, however, the boys felt nothing. It was as if they'd merely landed on a cloud, barely feeling the earth underneath them as they two slowly and cautiously opened their eyes. They couldn't move, and they were no longer holding onto each other, perhaps only an arm's length away from each other. Demian's eyes widened as the searing pain seeped into his muscles before Clare's, unable to speak as he wondered why this was happening. Clare, however, was the first to realize that this is how they were before they died, and the pain they were feeling must have been what their bodies had felt like before they lost consciousness.

Why are we remembering our deaths, Demian? the angel asked in his mind. Why do we have to feel this again?

I... I don't know, Clare, Demian replied, surprised they could still speak 'telepathically' to each other. Something doesn't feel right about all of this. We're only remembering things that we shouldn't even know about.

Like what happened right before you met me?

And now this... I know we remember dying, but... I died after you did.

No you didn't. You died before me.

...WHAT?

Hey, I don't remember them being here before.

Mordanath crouched down inbetween the boys, resting a bloodied fist against the grass. He looked physically exhausted and mentally stressed as his wings folded downward, resting partially over their bodies as he turned his eyes toward the angels surrounding the three of them. They were the angels from before, the ones the demon had been dealing with.

Odd... I don't remember them being around, either. I especially don't remember Mordanath showing up.

"Why did you just let them DIE?" the older demon scowled, his glowing eyes widening a little bit. It almost looked as if tears would spill from them at any moment. "You lead these people here!"

The first angel shook his head smirking a little bit.

"Now now, you can't accuse me of anything," he taunted the other, eyeing the bodies on the floor. "Particularly anything that you can't prove. The villagers simply had the idea in their heads that... the children no longer needed to live. They were a threat to their well being and were untrustworthy."

"They were only a threat to YOUR plans," Mordanath hissed, tightening his fist further, his knuckle turning white. "Do you have ANY idea what you've done, Gabriel?"

Gabriel...? Clare did his best to turn his pale eyes toward the angel in question. He looks different from what I remember... I guess it makes sense, though. Everyone perceived him differently, he being the only angel whose true form could only be seen by Him.

I don't understand any of this. He told the people to kill us...?

No... He would NEVER do such a thing. He told me to stay on peace to make sure everything would stay safe.

"I've only done the right thing," Gabriel sneered, folding his arms across his chest. His white robe was stained with red. "They killed one of my kind. It was our job to pass judgment to the murderers."

"I'm not talking about the villagers, Gab. I'm talking about the kids." Mordanath turned his eyes toward the ground. He'd gotten there too late to help the humans, unable to heal any of them in time. "And if you're going to play that card, you should have passed judgment on Clare a LONG time ago."

...He... he killed them...?

No...! He couldn't have! He... He loved the people!

"Had that little BRAT never come here in the first place, none of this would have happened," the angel replied coolly, narrowing his eyes.

The demon growled, biting his tongue to keep back his curses. He was right... had Demian did what he was told, Clare probably never would have come to this land, the two would never have met, and they would still be alive. The boys would still be suffering the war like everyone else, and less blood would have been shed.

"Maybe... maybe that IS the case..." he said a bit slowly.

I... I only wanted to...

It really is your fault all of this happened...

I didn't mean for...

Because of you, we both died.

But I...

It's... it's your fault that we're...

"However, fate is not something anyone can stop."

Gabriel's face took on a bit of a grave expression, his many wings folding down a little bit. "What are you talking about?"

Mordanath smirked, turning his eyes back up toward the other. "Micheal knew about it, too. That old prophecy that was told about 100 years ago, pretty close to around the time Demian and Clare came into existence. He tried to stop it... Look what happened to him."

"You're treading on the wrong waters, beast," he growled, moving his hands to grasp the hilt of his golden sword. "That prophecy was a joke."

"Was it?" the demon asked. "'A child of the wrong and a child of the right will come together and end the war amongst their people.' I think this is rather fitting... They seemed to have done what Micheal and I could not, and that was end the war altogether. What I did not expect was it to have cost them their lives, however."

Gabriel stared at him, his flesh growing pale as he began to realize that maybe it was true. But... if that was the case... then that could only mean...

He gradually began to laugh hysterically.

"End the war? How could they have POSSIBLY ended the war?! It's been going on for CENTERIES. THOUSANDS of years before the pests were even born! Two little... KIDS couldn't possibly do such a thing!"

"You're wrong, Gabriel," one of the other angels finally spoke up, signaling for the other four to join him. "The war finally IS over. You're under arrest for the murder of innocents, conspiring against the Lord, and are being charged as being an accomplice in the murder of Micheal. Not that you'll actually be charged, since the penalty for the murder of innocents is death according to you."

He snapped his fingers, binding the higher angel in holy chains.

"WHAT?!" Gabriel cried, struggling against the restraints. "You... You can't prove anything!!"

"He doesn't have to," Mordanath grinned, finally standing. "You started this whole thing long ago by convincing Lucifer to rebel against the Lord, and now everything will come to an end with your death. The treaty has been signed, Gab. The meeting should be just about over."

"NO! This can't be happening! THIS CAN'T BE--"

"I'll see you shortly," the angel interrupted, signaling once again for the other four. The angels surrounded the prisoner, glowing a little bit before disappearing. Running a hand through his shoulder length brown hair, he turned his pale eyes to the demon. "You've been such a great help to us, Mordanath. Heaven truly thanks you for giving us a chance."

"I should be the one thanking you, Peter," he sighed, his eyes returning to their gold color as he seemed to calm down, the elder rubbing his hands together a little bit. "I was blind to his acts for so long... I only wish we could have found out about this sooner."

"I understand. I imagine it's especially hard for you, with him being your brother and all," the angel frowned, crouching down to pick up Clare's limp form from the ground. The older men didn't seem to notice the children's eyes being open. "I'm surprised how the prophecy turned out, however. I never imagined tha--"

"There wasn't a doubt in my mind," Mordanath said, picking up Demian. "I always knew there was something strange about him. Oddly enough, I never thought much of it until Micheal mentioned it."

"Micheal... I still can't believe he's gone, you know."

"Neither can I."

Peter fell silent for a moment, closing his eyes. "Demian... is a special case, you know. We were ready to write his name in the Book, but after his sins with Clare..."

"I know..." the demon said, holding out his hand in front of himself, holding the younger demon in the other. "Harmony is but a dream for us demons... Very few make it there, just like very few angels find their way to Chaos."

The angel couldn't help but chuckle a little bit, holding his hand out as well to help Mordanath form the portal. The blood stirred and lifted from the ground, swirling around a little bit in the air as darkness began to fill in the spaces, the blood becoming a large circle big enough for the two to fit through. Together, Peter and the demon stepped through the gateway, death immediately trying to take a hold of their souls. They didn't stay long, laying the children next to each other on the bone-lined ground, the smell of rotting flesh filling their nostrils; they were being left in the land of the dead.

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