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"Lillim?"

The word fell from her lips like the petals of a rotting flower— it was almost bitter, as if the universe itself was a constant reminder to her non-existance. Notwithstanding, this stranger could never come to know what it was to lack a heart, and thus, Xion would take his scalding words in stride.

There was nothing, absolutely nothing, that this boy could say that she was not already sharply aware of. Still, she would explain herself as if he’d simply asked the time of day, his voice dripping with sickly-sweet mistrust.

"I don’t know what that is. I am… a Nobody. I can not fully explain what I am, because I don’t fully know, either. I am… a piece to something more important. And you’re right. I should not exist— but, what is that to you?"

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The nobodies words confused him more. An existence that shouldn't be? Yet here she was, grasping the angel's words. The angel huff a small puff of air through his Lillim lips and puts his hands on his hips. This was truly some kind of discovery. Maybe...

The angel closed the distance between them. The angel crooked his head, his eyes reading the nobodies figure from bottom to top. She appeared to be a puppet of nothingness perhaps? But how could a puppet of nothingness move and walk at the pace of a Lillim? This only spawn more questions and frustration in the angel's head.

"If your existence is not, then why do you move as such as Lillim? A puppet of nothingness shouldn't be moving so formally."

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"…?"

The nobody turned on her heels, swiveling about to catch a better glimpse of the boy that wandered too close behind her. With stiff posture and a somewhat timid-sounding voice, she addressed the stranger with the little force she could muster.

"Is there… a reason that you’re following me?"

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"...?"

What a weird feeling. This girl gave out a different aura then the Lillim gave. No aura at all to confirm this girl's race. Nothing. What a weird filling, like a broken doll that wouldn't make a peep or a sound. So interesting. Was she even deserving of being called Lillim?

"You are a weird one. You have no existence in this world, yet you exist? Why is that? Are you a really a Lillim?"

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The headless Angel points at the boy. Asking if he had seen his head.

he clings to it like a security blanket, caught between harsh waves of sharp sobs, tearstained cheeks and a cacophony of his own screeches. with raw lungs and bleeding nailbeds, he continues to wrap himself around the face that once smiled at him so warmly, traces his fingers over ash-blue lips, the ones that used to speak his name so softly. though the head had been a week removed from its bath of formaldehyde and salt, he still carried it, whispered sweet nothings into deaf ears, kissed the lashes at the edges of papery-thin eyelids, cried himself to sleep as the smell of rot drowned out his common sense.

yet the trophy of his own death warrant slipped through his fingers as yet another ghost from his past came out to play.

and all that stained the air at that time was a scream.

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After appearing in this desolate city of confusion and annoyance, the angel had finally found the one thing that would make his body and mind whole once more. The body function as an auto pilot, only making rash decisions if things needed to be made. After what seemed to be an endless void of screams, the angel took it to himself to move the boy aside and grab the head he had been missing for quite some time. With a gentle feel and touch from the angel's fingertips, he had determined, that this sphere like "thing" was his actual missing head.

Plop! Was the only sound the connection of the angel's head to his neck made, like some old cartoon. The angel moved twisted his neck left and right, giving a feel to his head being reattached to his body. He had open his eyes with a small grunt escaping his lips.

"Lillin's are the cruelest of species when it comes to jokes." He muttered to himself.

He had noticed someone was trembling in fear next to him. Who wouldn't actually? Everything about this situation scream bloody murder. Although, his features soften a bit, seeing as it was a familiar face.