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~ Whited out due to content, read if you want to. Contains Violence, Blood, and stuff along that line.

Hyacinth was going about what he often did, he was hovering about the blue colored flower that shared the same name as him. A 'hyacinth' flower, it was so pretty and smelled so nice! It was growing well and had even needed to be repotted recently because it had been doing so well. The angel had nobody or nothing else to look after, was alone often until a Tech needed a blood sample, a child needed a parent meeting, or Almas and his son came to visit.

He knew such emotions as 'jealousy' were more of a Charna thing but at times he did wish that he could have a child... well one that was truly his they were all so sweet and gentle, so kind and wonderful to talk with. He knew it wasn't in the cards for him though so he put that desire into the care of his flower. It was his 'child' in a way, getting all of his affection and attention, all of his love that he could give.

He gave a smile as he leaned over to inhale the scent of the blossom, checked the soil to make sure it had enough water, then sat down in his chair to basically watch it grow. It was a process that was very slow going but rather relaxing at the same moment, "Such a pretty flower." He murmured, smiling contentedly.

The technician gave a sigh as he walked down the hallway the jingle jangle of the keys on his keyring alerted anyone coming that he had the wonderful job of feeding the demons in the basement. Or ..dungeon rather. And right now he had a cart piled high of so much food..it was easy to see which demon in particular he was suppose to be feeding.

Giving a disgruntled sigh he blew the hair out of his eyes. For a technician he looked more like a boxer...and didn't really fit in with the common theme of geek here. BUt that was why he was hired...he was needed to lift heavy things...and non of the others were strong enough to do it. Still...he felt his hand tighten on the cart handle.. he wasn't pleased with this job. It paid well..but he needed to use some of his pent up testosterone else he would go crazy.

Thinking mostly to himself he ..did a double take when he passed by the gardens and spotted the angel there. Hya..something or other..he never really bothered remembering their names before. But..wasn't this the angel of patience?

"H.ey..you.." he said as he slowed the cart down to a stop. Surely a couple minutes late wouldn't kill the glutton.
"Your..patience right?"

Hyacinth lifted his gaze from the flower he'd been watching and gave the massive man standing there a smile, "Yes, my name is Hyacinth." He said, rising to his feet and brushed off, "Is there something I can help you with?" He didn't think he knew this Tech... then again there were so many of them that it was hard to really remember them all. He looked passed him to the cart full of food that he had and felt he could guess what his job was.

The idea of where he was going caused the redhead a little shiver, he didn't much like that demon or to even think on it if he could keep from doing so.

The man looked over the angel a moment...wha the so wanted to do...was punch him...but..that was not really a good idea was it?

"Uh...i..is it true you forgive everyone and everything that happens to you?" he said instead as he rolled his shoulders as if he was still thinking pummeling the angel for the hell of getting off some steam.

The angel tilted his head to the side for a long moment, a little unsure but he finally gave a nod of his head, "It is my nature." He murmured, reaching a hand out to lay it on the man's shoulder in a gentle manner, "Is there something you need to be forgiven for?" He asked, knowing this place was hard on everyone and there wasn't really a priest here to do the confessions.

The man tensed when the angel placed his hand on his shoulder. Now he felt like a douche...here he was going punch the angel just because it was true the angel seemed unable to get angry..and arg. His eyes darted back to the trolley.

"N..no..I should go.." He started to say as he pulled away. "Y..wait...yeah.. I have something to be forgiven for..."

Hyakin gave him a gentle smile, "You can sit with me for a while, tell me about it. It might help for you to get it off your chest." He told the man, he seemed really bothered about whatever was on his mind and Hyakin felt a little bad for him. He looked over to the cart then smiled, "If you need to feed him first I can wait here for you." He offered.

Biting his lower lip he grunted and then roughly shook the angel's hand off of him.

"No...all I need to get off is steam." he growled as he then did as he wanted. He sucker punched the angel under the jaw, ******** hurt. he felt the pain slam into his fingers ...it was certainly different feeling then when he wore his gloves.

Hyacinth was was rather... surprised as he hit the ground in a heap, rather light weight so it didn't take that much to drop him. He starred down at the ground, watching in a daze as the world seemed to spin around him. He lifted a hand to his mouth, more surprised to feel it damp and he drew his hand back to find it stained red, "B-Blood..." He breathed, looking up at guy who was over him, "Ahhh umm..."

He felt the rush pass over him, he straightened rubbing his knuckles as they hurt like a sonofa...

"Nothing against you Hya...was it? I just need to let off some steam. You understand right?" he said as he approached the angel again shaking the pain out of his hand...he didn't look like he was going to be offering the angel a hand up...

"H-Hyacinth." He said, as he looked at the man for a long moment, "I... yes. This place is... hard on everyone." He murmured in agreement. It must be even harder on the humans that worked here, they were always put to tough work, abused, and yelled at, they were in danger from those they worked near.

"Are you alright now?" He asked.

He nodded his head, yeah this place was defiantly enough to drive one spastic.

"Yeah well...no hard feelings." He stated with a shrug as he then bent over to grab the angels shoulder firmly and socked him in the jaw again. He cursed breathing in quickly at the pain he felt in his hand. Dammit it hurt.

Hyacinth was... dazed by the second blow, more so then the first. He felt his body slumping, his mind spinning for a moment, then he lifted his hands up to lay them against the man's chest. It wasn't an attack, instead as though he were looking for something to cling to as the world whirled about, the colors behind his eyes flashing in a manner that made him feel a bit sick to his stomach.

"N-No hard... feelings..." He murmured, he felt as though he should do something, to help the man. At the same time the pain, the taste and scent of his own blood had his mind reeling. It was like with that spider demon all over again, to experience pain for the sake of another, to be forced to forgive and forget because it was in his nature. This was the way that he was made and he should abide by if he told himself... though something deep down in him was starting to reject the idea.

The man took another couple of blows though he knew hitting the angel too many times in the head would probably rattle his brain if not break his hand to he hit his chest and shoulders and basically anything he could. Finally ....once done he dropped the angel..he was breathing heavily from the adrenaline but he seemed...to no longer want to hurt the angel anymore.

"Hey..sorry..I knew my mother was right..I do need anger management." he muttered under his breath. He turned to leave...feeling rather guilty for what he had just done and accidentally tripped into the potted plant of the angels. Barreling over it and basically breaking the planter when he landed.

"OH holy ...f..***" he swore perhaps doing that had hurt more than punching the angel over an over.

Hyacinth dropped to his knees after the man seemed to be through with beating on him, dropping forward so a lot of his weight was rested on his hands. He spat out blood and could feel tears falling from his eyes as well... he felt... for a moment disconnected from everything. The wounds weren't so bad, he'd had far worse when the Gluttony demon had tried to eat him. It was something else that was aching in his chest, his mind and soul more his body.

He lifted his gaze as the man apologized and he tilted his head to the side, trying to focus through tears... "Ahh..." He was supposed to tell the man he was forgiven, "I..." It was easy, he'd done it a million times before he could do it again. The man had been hurting and just needed some form of release from his pain.

"I..." His man turned to go, seeming in a rush as he suddenly crashed into the plants, none of them mattered as much as the hyacinth... and he watched in shock as it fell, its pot shattering. and then man fell into it.

"No... no." He pushed to his feet to rush forward toward the plant, "No! No, you... you hurt it! You hurt my plant!" He cried as he knelt down next to the man that was half sitting on the plant.

Groaning he was surprised that the angel could move that fast still. He flinched at the cry out ...dismay as he had crushed the one thing that seemed to matter to this one.

"Ah.." he started as he tried to get up and not cause any further damage to the flora...though it seemed to just be fate...the poor plant rolled as he then stepped on its blossoms in his attempt to scramble to his feet.

"Ah jeeze.. I am sorry." he said..and he really did feel bad. Here he had beaten the angel...just to let off some steam and now he had managed to wreck his plants too.

Hyacinth looked... rather confused as he picked up the mangled plant and hugged it to his chest, "I don't... understand." He murmured, "I... did... I did what you wanted, let you... but... you still killed it." He whispered. His gaze lifted to look up at the man in a confused sort manner, "W-Why?"

He was confused and upset and strangely... mad? Mad...? He'd never felt this before, this 'mad' feeling before. It was something he'd seen many of times, in fact he'd seen a demon was the personification of mad in a fully blown fury but hadn't ever felt it himself. It was a terrible, overwhelming feeling...

"You... are... you are a terrible man..." He whispered, looking back and forth a moment his eyes spotted something... a long metal bar from the shelf the plants had been sitting on that the giant of a man broke, "Everyone here... all of you are horrible people." All of them, it was no wonder God threw them from Eden... and why so many angels wanted to turn their backs on them.

He moved without thinking, dropping his plant and his small hands reached out to grab the bit of metal... then he struck forward, the end of it stabbing into the man's midsection with a strength that he shouldn't possess in his condition.

At first he didn't now what to say...it was just a ******** plant.. he gave a grumbling sound and kicked some of the dirt underfoot.
"Look its just a bloody plant...it was an accide..." He started when suddenly he felt something...blunt penetrate his belly. His eyes widened as pain reached his brain.

"W..wha.." He started as he looked down to see the metal bar deep inside of him, ,his body shook and his eyes rolled into theback of his head as he fainted. Sure he had seen blood before...but...never had he...been the one to be bleeding. His huge form fell forward..pushing the metal object deep into his body and a sickening sound came from his back as the bar finally cross the other side

Hyacinth knelt there in shock, eyes rather wide as the man fell forward and the blood splattered across him. He gave a gasping sound, his hands flailing to try to wipe it away though it only seemed to stain him worse, made him sting all over, his entire body.... it hurt... he started to panic then. He looked back and forth, eyes going wide before he reached forward to poke at the man a couple times... then his hands seemed to move of their own accord. He grabbed the keys hanging off of the man's belt... and bolted leaving the body behind... leaving red prints behind him as he ran. He didn't know who to go to... he'd... he'd attacked a human... he wasn't supposed to attack them, he might have killed him... he needed... needed...

"Shar..." It was a strange desire that welled up in him as

he ran and ran, away from the other angels, away from the humans, and toward where the worst of the demons were kept. Where his opposite was located, he unlocked the door, shoved it open, and ran down into the darkness to find his 'other'.

The Fallen was being lead along by one of the Techs looking rather unsure. It wasn't often that they came to him for help and even less often that they were... nice to him. It worried him a bit, more so when he realized where they were heading. The part of the Labs that had been dubbed the 'Dungeon' where the three most dangerous demons were kept far away from anyone they could hurt. He half wondered if they were bringing him down their to have him eaten by one of the three... something that he found himself debating on. Which would be worse? Shar, Kerylia, or J'her? It was a toss up given they would 'devour' him in different ways... his morbid train of thought was derailed as he reached the door and saw the way that it was hanging opened... and he caught the thick, coppery scent of blood.

His eyes went a bit wide and he paused mid step at the door, looking back and forth at the Tech's that were leading him, "What... what is going on?" He asked, suddenly feeling no desire to go down those stairs. He had a bad, bad feeling about this. If he went down there whatever he saw, whatever he learned he wouldn't be able to unsee or unlearn... he was given a nudge and slowly, carefully he started to descend into the Dungeon.

There was voices...low and rather panicked voices murmured amongst each other. Amongst the coppery smell there was a pungent smell...like something rotting...or festering. A sound of something hurling could probably contribute to that scent.

"he is going to kill..us..all." came on fevered voice.

"B..but we didn't do anything!"

"That means little to him.." came a third. They were still all squabbling amongst each other...none realized someone was approaching..not even the fourth that was dry heaving in a corner.

The two Techs walking with Almas visibly paled as they walked down the stairs as they caught what was being talked about. He was... right, they were going to get killed. The ones that were going to get killed would be the messengers that had to bring this news to their Boss, the ones that were supposed to be patrolling the area when it happened, and probably whoever was within eye sight for days after...

Almas looked at the pair as he saw the way they were fidgeting and then paused as he reached the bottom of the stairs. He looked back and forth. His blue eyes widened when he saw the bloody mess... then got wider when he lifted a foot to nudge what he thought was a... tooth? He knelt down to look it over... and saw between the legs of one of the techs the fallen form of Shar.

"Shar...?"

He looked down at the tooth... then back and forth between the two cells that were across from each other and slowly but surely it seemed to dawn on him. Kerylia and Shar were...
"Oh... Hells." He muttered.

The technicians all looked up when the trio approached they all looked pale... one nudged another and the first suddenly burst out talking.

"We found them like this." He blurted out...rather defensively...and unnecessarily...since it was obvious mere humans wouldn't be able to do this extent of damage to the demons. In any case all four of them nodded their heads in unison.

"We saw the door was opened so we came to investigate.." commented another as he shuddered recalling the sight they had beheld when they got down there.

Almas blinked at the man's words and he pushed up to his feet, walking toward the Wrath demon, looking him over. He was missing an arm and just seemed to have expired where he'd fallen... he looked him over then moved to look into Kerylia's cell first. What would cause him to do this? He seemed rather... sedate if he was kept well fed but he'd broken free of his cell.

The bigger question was Shar how did he get out?

He walked across to that cell, the viewing glass was coated in blood so it was impossible to see inside but as he went inside his eyes got wide, "Oh... Hell..." He looked at the Techs before he went inside, kneeling down to pick up the set up keys that were laying there, still in the lock of the shackles that had held the demon in place. He looked them over before he walked out to where the group was standing, "Who's keys are these?" He asked, unsure why anyone would come down here to release the demon.

All the techs took a step backwards from the fallen as if he held a rattler rather than a set of keys.

"not mine!"

"mine are right here!"

"I don't have keys!"

They all protested some waving their hands in front of them as if that was enough to clear their names. They all looked nervous...after what had happened with Hunter and Sterling..they knew they were disposable.

Almas looked the guys over and then gave another sighing sound as he looked over the keys for a moment before he gave an thoughtful sound, "I have an idea." He said, as he walked by the cowering humans... and for once he felt bad for them. For the longest time he just didn't like the Techs, anything about them but seeing them so... frightened was like seeing them in a new light.

The techs all flinched as the fallen walked near them.
"What a..are you going to do?"

"The boss should know.."

"yeah.." a trio of heads nodded in agreement. The boss would have to be told...and who better than this one? the favorite?

"Someone was here the entire time this was happening, if anyone should be questioned, if anyone might know what happened its her." He said, motioning to the other cell in the area before he started down that way. The Boss should know... he gave a shiver at the idea. Vampy was going to murder who ever went to tell him in a bloody and gruesome no doubt prolonged manner he thought as he made his way to where J'her was kept.

All the techs looked at each other dubiously at the idea.

"But she is dangerous.."

"I didn't bring a mask with me..."

"I will go get some.."

"I will come..."

"Me..too." Suddenly all four of the techs were off and running down the hallway. The sheer fact they forgot J'her was still down there revived the fear she may actually be free as well.

Normally on a day like this the silver haired man would be sitting in his chair reading through files to catch up on the spawn that had left the facility. And though there were files out...non had been touched. Instead he had been sitting at his desk in an strangely foul mood. Some days he wanted to just go on a rampage...and today was one of those days. Too many things had happened the last couple of weeks to put him on edge. Pepper going into a coma...Mother earth coming to 'visit' as well a pregnant male that he hadn't been informed about...all in all he wanted to strangle someone.

Almas felt a little tremble go up his back as he approached Vampy's office, a feeling that told him what he was doing was a very bad idea but... he really couldn't run away. He'd collected a lot of information between what he'd seen downstairs, what he'd learned from J'her, and then on the way here he got more bad news... a 'helpful' Tech had come to him telling him they'd found another body. He'd followed them to the scene and wasn't to happen with what had been found with. Not nearly a gruesome as what happened to Kerylia but still a bloody mess...

He paused outside the door, starring at it with slightly wide eyes, the good one was quite unsure. He didn't want to do this, why did he have too? Why couldn't those Techs tell him? He somehow got the feeling that they'd invited him down there just so that they could dump it off on him.

He took in a deep breath to steady himself, built up his courage, and knocked.

The door creaked open the man was looking down at his desk the papers still unmoved for the last half hour, he looked deep in thought, "Don't gawk...come inside." He said roughly before he pushed the papers in front of him aside.

There was a thick scent in the air...cinnamon, it seemed a strange thing to smell...though it clung to Vampy like a cologne.


Almas paused for a moment before stepping inside the office, he looked over at the man that was pusing around papers on his desk. He let out a slow breath before he pushed the door closed. He didn't want anyone to get in the way... not that he thought anyone would come within yards of his place even if their lives depended solely on it.

"I... we need to talk." He said as he walked over to take a seat in front of Vampy's desk.

He looked him overly closely, took in the scent of cinnamon that hunt in the air and did his best to remind himself that he was about to be killed and that he shouldn't be enjoying Vampy's scent...

The man's golden eyes narrowed on him instantly as soon as he spoke.

"The last time we 'talked' it ended up with there being a child born with my blood..." he spoke, he was blunt, his tone was level even if there was an undertone of anger. He pushed him self back into his chair and leaned into it heavily. He continued to stare at the fallen before him with his peircing gaze.

"well?" he snapped, "what is it?"

"Your... in a bad mood." He murmured, lifted a hand to push his hair back away from his face and tucked it behind his ears, "That's... not going to make this any easier then." He started to fidget a bit as he looked at Vampy for a long moment before he dropped his gaze to try to rebuild his courage that was lost the moment he realized that he was in a bad mood.

"Is there a law saying I should be in a good mood? given what has transpired the last couple of weeks...I am sure you can understand I am relatively annoyed." He continued tapping a well manicured nail on the desk before him. He wouldn't take his gaze off of the fallen.

"well?"

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, "Ahhh... dead..." He murmured, as he picked at his pant leg before he looked up at Vampy, "Kerylia and Shar... are dead, Vampy." He was trembling all over and if he thought he could get to his feet he would have run away but his legs were feeling much to weak for that.

There was silence...long and dreadful silence. The smell of cinnamon seemed to thicken.

"......"

It looked like a calm before the storm though the mask on his face remained a deadly calm the fury in his eyes was rampant, "Explain."

Almas's trembling increased during the silence and felt as though he were going to choke on the cinnamon scent that was filling the room. He met the man's gaze for a moment, "The one in charge of feeding Kerylia was found dead in the gardens. His keys were stolen and used to get into the dungeon and Shar was released from his shackles... and Kerylia broke free because he hadn't been fed." He said, lowering his gaze down to his lap, swallowing hard.

"....Have you found the person who killed the human?" Came the hard voice of Vampy. Though it was a question it sounded more like a demand. The man sat in his chair glaring at Almas in an accusing stare.

"Not... exactly." He murmured as he looked up at his Boss as though he were almost afraid of telling him what he wanted to know, "He... I know who he is but he and an accomplice left already..." He didn't like the glare that he was getting from Vampy, it worried him greatly... he was expecting at any moment for the guy to come across the desk to strangle him.

"Accomplice?" Came the same voice the man looked as if he was trying to keep that mask on his face. Though his fists had tightened nearly to bone white knuckles. His aura flickered around his body like pale semi opaque flames licking off of his skin.

Almas gave a rapid nod of his head, "I was told that the second one... that he smelled like I did." He murmured, lowering his gaze to the ground. He gave a soft, sighing sound, "No other Fallen should be able to get in here, right? I don't know why the Fallen would help him either." Or what happened to make him let the demons out.

The face that he only continued to sit there silently...as if turned to stone was...disturbing. It was as if the very air had froze, the room itself started to feel colder. Or what that just his imagination?

"No...no one can get in or out...without my knowing it." Of course there was the one exception. Mother Earth.

Almas nodded, "I... didn't think so... but its what I heard." He told the demon across from him then gave a shiver as it seemed to grow colder in the room. He drew in a deep breath before he let it out slowly. Only one last thing to tell Vampy he told himself and then he could run away... far away, "There is... something else as well."

"....What?" came the response...it was so low it almost seemed like it hadn't been said at all. When he spoke you could see hi breath..the room was physically getting colder it seemed.

"The... the one that was responsible... that I think killed the Tech and let out Shar..." He murmured, pausing so that he could gather his courage once again. The demons were something that were easier to get a hold of then angels... Vampy could get them from their Realm, they were even present in this realm like that spider demon but angels were far harder to come by.

"It was... It was H-Hya... cinth." He lifted his gaze and awaited what he thought would be doom.

Suddenly Vampy was standing his hands slamming down on the desk in his sudden fury. It looked as if he was about to jut rip one into Almas, but..he merely stood there...his hands clenched tightly into fists his fury only betrayed by his eyes.

"What? He fell? I did not sense him!" he snarled.

"My kind... we are to serve humans, to protect them, guide them... spilling their blood is the worst sin possible. There was no way that he could have done what he did without falling." He whispered, his hands holding so tightly to his pant legs that his knuckles had gone white. Why... why was he the one that had to bring the news? He didn't want to be the harbinger of such things... he didn't want to make Vampy hate him that much more then he already did.

"I know how it works!!" He snapped nearly snarling as he spoke the words. "Don't you think I know enough about fallen to understand it?" He continued i his rant. "Its Hyacinth fell that means he is no longer of use to us. Find him and have him destroyed."

"That... we can't destroy him! You don't know what falling is like, he needs help not to be hunted." Almas said, feeling his heart skip a beat when the demon said that the red haired angel needed to be destroyed... it hurt because he would recall what he'd been feeling, what he'd been thinking. The help he'd gotten was from the one in front of him and he could only hope that Hyacinth was saved by someone of a more gentle nature.

The man glared at Almas the mask of calm slowly repainting itself on his face.

"He killed a man, and now two demons are dead because the idiot let killed Ker's lunch service and ended up releasing Shar and ended up having two demons dead because of him!" He snapped trying to regain that calm facade he didn't feel.

"Hyacinth was... so gentle... I don't understand what made this happen." He said, lifting his hand up to rub the heel of if against his blind eye that seemed to suddenly be aching a bit... then again all of his old wounds seemed to be hurting as though they were acting in an empathetic manner toward the newly Fallen Angel. He pushed up to his feet with a little groan, "Stupid eye..." He muttered.

"You said he had an accomplice....I want to know who it is.." he stated his voice nearly even and calm again if a bit seething as he moved around the desk to approach Almas. Why he was approaching was anyone's guess...maybe he had decided to strangle the fallen after all?

Almas looked at him with his good eye as he got closer before giving a nod, "I will... go back down to the Dungeon, see if there were any clues left behind." He told the demon, feeling his knees wanting to give out as Vampy and his cinnamon scent got far to close to him for his liking.

"No. First you will get the cowardly human's that sent you here and bring them to me." He growled. It seemed he had figured out that Almas had been left to do the messy job. He hated humans for being so cowardly.

The fallen blinked a couple times before shaking his head, "No... no, I... if I sent them here they would just get worse in the way they deal with me on a regular basis. They are still rather angry with me over the job I used to have. Sending a group of humans that know less then I do to their doom... it would just be harder." He told the demon, lowering his gaze, "I... maybe helping in this way will make them ease up."

Then again they might see he was still in once piece and decide to continue as they normally did.

"Hopefully your brat isn't as much as a coward as you are. You have been amongst humans too long." he snapped pushing past the fallen and moved towards the door. There was something in the way he said it ..that didn't bode well.

"Who abandon me to live among them?" He muttered, rubbing his hand against his eye again before he started to follow after Vampy. He didn't think it would be a good idea to just stand there and let him go. He was in a foul mood and if he weren't careful there were going to be far more casualties.