tearing up/apart

love or hate, them or me, i don't know where, i'm supposed to be, "she" is dead, i'm what's left, so why does it feel, like my heart has been cleft? {{ indie oc;; tracks kamen devil }}

[fallenangelical-deactivated2015]

"I wouldn’t consider myself one, I’m very smart actually, but pathetic and irritating? What ever you say, I guess.." 

Emma started at this mysterious girl who approached her, tilted her head, before figuring out who it could possibly be. Kamen Devil, perhaps the person she was destined to be enemies with for as long as she happened to live. Instead of being terrified like she expected though, she took nothing but interest.

"So you’re really her? Meghan was it? I’m sorry I don’t hear much of you it seems, but you know about me then already, and who I really am."

[kamen-devil]

"Do me a favour and never speak that name again," The brunette spat venomously, lips curling in disgust, as though even speaking of her real name made her want to vomit. "My name is Kamen, not Meghan. Meghan is dead, you fool."

She hadn't heard about her? Good. Maybe they'd finally given up on saving Meghan Bennett, and accepted the fact that she, Kamen Devil, was the true personality. If this one knew nothing about the lie she had woven to fool the others, then this one would be easy to deal with. The last fragment of Meghan wouldn't get attached to this one, and killing her would be much, much easier.

"Yeah. I make it a point to learn about Dian's little friends so I know who to kill."

[candy-overlord]

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[fallenangelical-deactivated2015]

"That’s me!" With a cheerful grin she confirmed what the brunette had said. 

Just, she didn’t know who this girl was. Had she become famous some how? Not realistic, she can’t act or sing— the whole Kamen Tenshi gig was a secret so it could’ve been that either. “Say, angry girl, how do you know who I am? I wish I could say I knew you, because that’s like a compliment almost, right? I mean unless you’re stalking me in some weird way then in that case I don’t want to know." Emma rambled on as per usual. 

"Direct opposite? What do you mean?" 

[kamen-devil]

"... Are you an idiot? I wouldn't waste my time stalking someone as pathetic and irritating as you,"

With a sigh, she pressed her fingers to her forehead, rubbing the spot where she felt a headache begin to form. And she had thought Dian was obnoxious; Emma was already proving to be much, much worse than him. But she needed information about her, first-hand information. Only then could she utilise Gii and her own abilities against her to maximum efficiency.

"Don't play stupid with me. I know who you are; your other self. The side you keep a secret from everyday folk."

[kamen-devil]

fallenangelical

"... Huh. So you're this 'Emma' I've heard so much about."

With a sneer, Kamen regarded the other female with critical eyes, arms folded across her chest. Here was another one of Dian's idiots; another one she'd have to block out. Well, that was fine. She didn't want friends anyway. The only reason she was angry was because it was a pain in the ass keeping track of every stupid friend of that idiot's. It made planning so much more difficult, when too many volatile factors were involved.

"Have to say, I'm not very impressed. I was expecting more from my direct opposite."

[ironische-rache]

Oh ho, it appears that this little dare devil has straightened her defenses since their last meeting. The only thing that met with Kamen Devil’s response was the whistle of the wind, along with a few leaves billowing past. Nox decided to remain quiet, keeping in mind of what the other was capable of. There has been a lot of time since they’ve last chanced upon one another, and who knows - the Devil may have gained a few new tricks up her sleeve. They wouldn’t get anywhere with her sitting around!

After a few minutes, she emerged from behind - Meghan’s shadow grew immensely and it appeared as if the Grim Reaper emerged from the depths of Hades. The shadow only blocked the light that came from the moon above. Instead of a Grim Reaper, however it was a masked figured, donning a red and black mask. Her trench coat fluttering behind her. Nox had floated above, while crisscrossing her legs in mid-air.

"You’ve finally decided to debut on stage once again, Kamen Devil?"

She remained at a reasonable height in the air.

"It’s been quite boring since you’ve last been here. Nothing fun has gone on, as of late.

[kamen-devil]

"-- Tch!"

From behind her?! Upon that realisation, she knew there was only one person who could be her attacker. As she thought. It was her, that lowlife, that despicable woman who hid in the shadows. Face twisting into a frown of disgust, she sprang away from the other masked villain, landing a few feet away on the balls of her feet, before spinning round to face her once more, fists raised and ready for a fight.

"Boring, huh?"

"Not that I'm not thrilled beyond belief that you missed me, but I thought maybe you'd have enough sense to try and make some fun. Guess I was wrong, huh?" With a sneer, she regarded the other disdainfully, as though her mere appearance disgusted her.

"Pity I ran into you first. I was hoping to avoid walking failures before I set my own plans into motion."

Yes, she'd been making plans, concocting schemes; with the addition of Gii and her future kids (apparently) to her ranks, a whole range of options had opened up to her. So many ways which could destroy the others! She could hardly wait.

"Now, what the hell do you want, Sadist? I ain't got time to waste on shit like you."

[ironische-rache]

     { That is -

                                                             A cage built within a cage;

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                         ♞ K A M E N      D E V I L

Stealing others faces was fun, it always tended to provide entertainment to the Sadist. It’s been quite awhile since she’s emerged from her rut within the darkness, rearming herself - to plan, destroy and destroy the unjust.

Red eyes flickered briefly due to the sunlight overhead. Feathers of black and red swayed from the mask she wore, the trench coat swayed behind her from side to side. It wasn’t long until she caught sight of someone who ran away.

Kamen Devil.

A sweet smile spread across her features, she now disappeared into the shadows again, grabbing the other by the legs thus tripping her. When the masked villain decided to look around, looking for the perpetrator, she found nothing. A faint giggle wavered in the wind, and the destroyers shadow had grown a bit larger than beforehand unbeknownst to the other. Time to have some fun.

[kamen-devil]

The moment she felt something grab her leg, her body readied itself for action; as she began to fall, she crossed her ankles and spun, thusly balancing herself again. Once she had regained her posture, she sank into an alert stance; legs slightly apart, fists raised, balancing on the balls of her feet.

An invisible attacker (or at least, a sneaky one) would be a problem, wouldn't it? Though the brunette already had a suspicion as to who would resort to a technique like that, there was no way of knowing for certain. Therefore, she would treat this as an unidentified attacker.

"Come out," She spoke loudly, clearly, in an irritated tone of voice. "I don't have the time or the patience to play stupid games with you."

Adrenaline was already beginning to take hold of her, sharpening her senses, dulling her intolerance to pain. Yet, she knew her fighter's attitude would be useless if her foe did not show themself.

[angelusira-blog]

Apollo snickered at the faces she made, the reactions she showed. Human. She was still human with human emotions, a human past, and, whether she believed it or not, a human heart.

“Mortals have such a difficult time, don’t they? They die at any little thing! Fire, water, earth, wind. All these key elements just push them over like a domino and down they go!”

His hands continued to form balls of fire, creating them into different people; this time the two friends she treasured. His blue eyes lit up like fire, clearly showing that he was rather excited and entertained at the current moment. The little shapes of Dian Vale and Jenafer Hawke were dancing around Meghan Bennett, singing a song before laughing and dropping to the ground; dead.

“Ashes, ashes, they all fall down! Haha! Don’t you just know the colour of red fire and black ash so well, my dear devil?” Apollo mused, the fire disappearing as he gave a shrug. “If you say so. You should be more positive. Anything is possible, anything can exist. I mean, lovebugs are an example of that. Florida scientists created a bug. A goddamn annoying bug, but they created it! That’s proof of something, right?”

He smirked and grabbed her chin roughly, tilting her head up to look at him.

“You don’t mean that. You’re not sure of yourself for one damn second, are you? Stop lying to yourself. Think about who you are, Kamen Devil. Who exactly are you? Is that mask really you? Or is what behind it the real you? Value yourself more, little girl. Fate is what it is. Destiny led you to this moment, now. Your brother was destined to die for you.” His eyes then hardened, “Don’t let that go to waste. Always treasure your sibling, even when they leave you. Because,” He floated up and smiled, “sometimes, they have to leave you because they know you’re big now. Stop moping around like a little baby. Would Giulio look down at you now and be proud?” A God of Truth for a reason; he was always so blunt and harsh with his words for that was what the truth was; it hurt sometimes, but it was good.

[kamen-devil]

"... Yeah, they do," She agreed quietly. Anything could kill humans. Elements, people, even their own feelings. She knew that for certain; the elements had taken her brother, her feelings had taken Meghan, and she had taken the lives of others. "Humans are disgustingly weak, aren't they." It wasn't a question.

She watched the figures for a few moments, then looked away. The sight of the figures repulsed her, for reasons she did not want to think of. Meghan Bennett left alone, because her friends had died. Wasn't that a pitiable scene? Though it no longer mattered, did it? After all Meghan died with her brother all those years ago. The taunts of an narcissist shouldn't have hurt her.

"You know I know it," She seethed, still refusing to look at him. She felt sick, felt dizzy, like the world was pressing in on her, like she was being crushed by some invisible weight. Like imaginary flames were burning around her, restricting her breathing and making her choke, making her tear up. But she wouldn't cry. She hadn't cried since he had died.

"Who cares if anything is possible? We all die. We're all left to rot, aren't we? I'll destroy all that hope with my own hands," So saying, she clenched her fists, her nails digging into the palms of her hands. "I'll take away those possibilities myself. That's what I promised to do."

Moments after he grabbed her chin, she spat at him, and slapped his hand away, with a furious "don't touch me!" She stumbled back, glaring at the God with a look of such intense, almost palpable hatred. He touched her. He touched her and it was disgusting. She hated him and hated being touched by anyone connected to them, and hated being touched by people who thought they were superior. The red head before her fit into all those categories, and the thought of his disgusting hands making contact with her skin sickened her.

"... Shut up," She whispered hoarsely, before her voice rose to a shout. "Shut up! What the hell do you know?! I know that what he did was for me! I know that so shut the hell up! You don't know anything about me, or about my brother! Just shut the fuck up!" His words rang true, and that was what hurt most; Giulio would never love her the way she was now. She knew that. But she had no other way to cope.

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[angelusira-blog]

“Isn’t it cowardly to run, though, little devil?” Apollo then began to morph into that sadistic god he always was, a smirk taking over his lips as he held out his hand, a ball of fire appearing. “Remember what this is? Remember what it did to you?”

The flame in his hand began to move as if alive, creating a scene with it’s flames. A house, fire, robots, a girl… and her brother.

“The Moirai told me of the fate you were deemed in this realm. A pity. Do you know? In other realms, only your brother lived or sometimes it was the both of you or sometimes you could not get the robots out! Each one had a different path, a different way. But you, my dear, are the true timeline. After all, fate always seems to favour the original course.”

The flames in his hand turned to ashes and he dusted it off his palms with a grin.

“Would you do as Orpheus did and rescue your brother from Hades? Or have you abandoned all that now? Are you truly Kamen? Or is Meghan still there? Tell me, little devil,” His eyes glittered, shimmering different shades like an everchanging rainbow. “who are you?”

[kamen-devil]

"What are you--?" As soon as he held the fire near her, she flinched and stepped back, eyes widening. "Keep that away from me!" She spat, fists clenching tightly at her sides. It wasn't a fear, per se, but... A hatred. A deep, deep hatred. And it was about to get worse.

She watched with horrified eyes as the fire showed her a scene she knew all too well; a scene that had been burned into her mind forever, no matter how desperately she wanted to forget it. No matter how long she lived, she would always remember that night with disgusting clarity.

"... What happened in other realms doesn't concern me," She managed, trying to inject harshness into her tone, and failing. Her voice was weaker than usual. How had he known? Those... Moirai or whatever? And how had they known? "I don't believe in other realms. And anyway, if they did exist... He wouldn't be my brother. He wouldn't be the same."

At his words, she fell silent. Who was she, really?

She was Kamen, wasn't she? (That's wrong, you're still me.) Meghan Bennett was dead. (I'm still here though.) She was what remained. That was her answer.

"... You can't bring the dead back," She said finally. "And even if you could... It wouldn't end well. And he... Giulio would never forgive me. But..." She took a deep breath, and tried to meet eyes his. Yet, she couldn't. "I'm Kamen Devil. Meghan isn't alive anymore. Whatever Dian told you was a lie. She was a lie."

Yet, a voice deep within her told her she was lying.

[angelusira-blog]

“I-Insolent woman…!” Apollo stiffened up, shock settling on his features. He was a God! He may have matured a bit, but he demanded to be treated like the gorgeous and perfect lifeform he knew he was!

The redhead crossed his arms and looked away with a huff, stomping his foot to the ground, the tips of his hair going up a bit, like little sparks to be ignited into full fire. “It’s rather horrendous to meet with you as well!” Nah, he had always wanted to meet the infamous Masked Devil of the city. But his sister was right! She was really harsh at first… How did he get that so-called Meghan out? Dian rather liked that side, or so that was what she told Apollo!

[kamen-devil]

A tiny smirk appeared on her lips at his words. Good. Making him mad, making him hate her, that was the plan; perhaps he would be unlike the others, and learn that Meghan was dead. That Meghan wasn't there, and that she was cold, and solitary.

"I'm glad you think so," She replied, in a tone half-way between irritated and smug. "Then, you'll have no qualms if I take my leave, I assume." Because people like Apollo -- people connected to them -- were dangerous. She couldn't afford to go soft, like that stupid fragment of Meghan inside her wanted her to do. She was the Masked Devil, and she had no need for any friends. She could not, would not let whatever of her old self was left win out.

[angelusira-blog]

Let me give you a poison kiss — ;

[angelusira-blog]

kamen-devil

Well, well, well. If it wasn’t the little two-faced devil. How interesting! His sister had taken such a liking to this girl before, hadn’t she? Apollo wondered how his sibling would react to this girl’s return.

“Kamen.” He greeted slowly, his eyes narrowing. “Do you know who I am?”

[kamen-devil]

Oh. Well, if it wasn't him. That red-headed buffoon. Dian's brother. Her lip curled in disgust, and she subtly angled herself away from him. Anyone connected to Dian or any of them... She didn't want anything to do with, either.

"Sadly, I do," She sighed, voiced laced with irritation. "I would say 'it's nice to see you', but truthfully, it isn't nice at all, Apollo."

[kamen-devil]

WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

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