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Hey dear! I was working on your reply for the starter you made like five hundred years ago, my apologies for that, and I was wondering if you'd like Kira to confuse him with Stiles or if you want her to not know Stiles so it doesn't get mixed up. Idk if you get what I mean but let me know c:
Omg I'm so so so sorry I haven't got back to you sooner! I'm really bad about lacking in reply sometimes. And yes that works fine with me! She can totally confuse him with Stiles.
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“ OK, Kid, your going to have to trust Me! Can You do that? ”
He knew August had been through Hell and Back again. And He didn’t blame him for not trusting anyone right now. But He had to keep the boy safe, and it wasn’t going to work unless He could trust Him, even just a little bit. A Guttural growl trickled through the air, raising the hairs on the back of the Young Balon’s neck. That wasn’t the Beasts, this was something more Sinister then those matted carnivores. Eyes cut up toward the Boy, his right hand slowly lowering to the but of His .55 MM Handgun. Words weren’t spoken. He was hoping that The Male understood what was about to happen.
That growl came from ’ The Demon Gods ’ & they were here for August. But not if Seth had anything to say about it. He stepped forward, His free hand landed heavily on the Boy’s shoulder. He knew He was fragile and jumpy, but Seth didn’t have time to try and coax him into cooperating. They were coming. Each breath was like an eternity, until these Demons were inside the room with them. Wrapping an arm around the boys neck, He gave a firm yet as gentle as He could, shove. Placing Him directly behind Him.
The air in the room darkened, swallowing up all the light it came into contact with. Midnight Tentacles stretched across the ground, snaking across the floor. Seth had seen this before, the tentacles then began to funnel upwards, forming into two black masses, that stopped at 7’ ft tall. They hadn’t took there true form yet. Doing His best to shelter the boy behind Him, by placing His body directly in front of August. The Black Masses started to change, the Gods were once Arch Angels, until Lucifer got there hands on them. Now, they were savage Demons, with the appearance of Jackals. With sleek Midnight black fur, that was matted in knots and mangled with decades old blood. There appearance had caused heart attacks, and much worse.
“ OK August. When I tell you too, You run. Do You understand Me. ”
“It’s not like I have much choice.” August spoke, eyes never leaving the man before him. He knew this would come some day. A Balon would come after him, try to protect him. He was a lot of things but he wasn’t fragile. Running his whole life from darkness hardened him, prepared him to fight back. It was almost like a second nature to him. He had been through hell all his life. Being sacrificed to a demon by your fucked up family, only to be thrown back into this world. There were times he could almost remember those few moments when he was pulled from hell. The very person that had brought him back, was unknown. His attentions were averted when he heard the guttural growls, it had brought his hair to stand at the back of his neck. He had an unfortunate confrontation with the beasts before but this wasn’t them. He could feel the room grow heavy. He slightly jumped at the feel of the older males hand come upon his shoulder. His eyes cutting toward the Balon as he pushed him back behind behind him. He could barely hear the word that were spoken, to RUN. Yet, August couldn’t bring himself to turn and run leaving yet another person to get hurt because of him. Honestly, August was tired of running, tired of being scared. Something tickled the back of his mind, like an odd memory of sorts.
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This had happened once before when Alex was still alive. Yet it was stronger, and it welcomed him with an warm embrace Something stirred under his skin. He shook his head pushing past Seth, almost as if he wasn’t even know what he was doing, Facing down the shadows that were strating to form into the demon gods. Those soft brown eyes turned to a lavender color. “I’m not running, not anymore.” His voice was more stronger, almost older, centuries. His jaw set, head tilting some as he watched the demon gods take form. The foul smell of sulfur filled the room. August was already ducking as the demon reached out to grasp him. His own hand coming to grasp the muscular arm of the monster. It shrieked as a bright light erupted from his touch as it came into contact with matted fur. “Shield thy eyes, Balon!” He called out, and with that a bright white light burst through the room. Yet it wasn’t like an angels white light, it was different. Only a Lightbearer held such a powerful blinding light. The room shook violently as the shrieks of the gods faded so did the light. Only thing left in the room were him and Seth. No the demon gods were dead, just wounded and gone for now.
Confusion masked the boys features, standing almost in a daze. He wasn’t even sure what the hell happened. He looked around the room before he finally turning to face Seth. “What the fuck just happened?”
He could’ve screamed until his throat went raw. It wouldn’t of made a difference. Rough unseen hands were all over his body. Bite marks begin to appear on on his shoulder. Lacerations tore through his body. He didn’t even notice that the red head had came into the room. The sound of fabric ripping loudly. Shreds of his shirt fell away from pale skin. He couldn’t move, he was helpless, his body was lifted two feet from the bed before slammed back down into the mattress again. The demon wasn’t even acknowledging Bellatrix it was to transfixed on August. “Stop! Just STOP!” August screamed and just like that August was released and the demon was gone for the time being. A choking sob came from him as curled himself into a ball. It was too horrific just like the last time. But last time it didn’t stop it took what it wanted. It took a few moments before August could pull himself together enough to notice that Bellatrix was in the room. Yet he didn’t feel like lashing out at her. All he wanted at that moment was someone to comfort him. Someone to tell him that it would be alright even though he knew it was a lie.
Eyes were transfixed as she stood there speechless as she watched. He was right, she had no idea what trouble he was in until this very moment. Fear caused her to stare with wide eyes and her jaw wide open as his shirt began to fall off of him, bite marks appearing. It wasn’t until he began to yell that everything stopped though it didn’t stop her from staring in shock. This was far beyond what she was use to and for once she felt helpless. Truth was all that came from him,that much was clear when he mentioned everyone that was close to him got hurt. For a moment though, she could be there for him without any harm coming to her, wasn’t there? Pushing her thoughts and fear aside, she walked over to the bed before crawling into it. Lightly, she hands gripped his face as she looked frantically in his eyes. “Your safe,” she murmured. For now, she thought to herself as she wrapped her arms around him. She was expecting him to shove her away yet she couldn’t help but try to counsel him. If even her words were a lie, at least it was something.
He felt the weight of the bed move., yet he didn’t move. His eyes closed tight, trying to hold back the tears that wanted to come. He felt her touch, fingertips grazing his face and he opened his eyes. Dark gaze holding hers for a brief second. The moment she spoke those two words a choked sob came from him as he was pulled into her embrace. He knew the words were a lie. He didn’t care, for the first time someone was there. Someone holding him, like Alex used to do before he was killed. His body shook with every sob. Slim finger curled into the fabric of her shirt, clinging to her. He wasn’t angry at her. He was horrified that she had even witnesses what had happened to him. His head laid in her lap, he wasn’t ashamed to cry in front of her. August laid like that for the longest time not wanting to talk afraid of what might be said. He didn’t even know her, yet her she was comforting him even after what she saw. She didn’t run. He knew Balthazar would be back. Funny how he knew the name of the very demon that wanted to claim his body. It wasn’t until he finally calmed down that he realized that she hadn’t left. She shouldn’t be here. Was the only thing that ran through his head. August sat up quickly, eyes wide. He feared for her. If the demon came back it would harm her or worse, “—-You have to go, please I can’t let anyone else die because of me.”
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“I’m not going anywhere, even after what I just saw. You can hate me all you want but it is obvious you need someone. At least for tonight.” Her words were low and stern yet held a comforting tone as her eyes narrowed at him. It had been the way he clutched at her shirt or maybe it was tears that spoke differently than his words. She wasn’t sure nor did she care at this point. The least she could do was comfort him. Bringing her hands to the sides of his face, she searched his eyes for moment. “Unless that’s what you really want, for me to leave you alone. I’m not afraid of getting hurt or dying.” Her kind was apparently use to this stuff anyways, or she should say made for this kind. “I can take care of myself, he isn’t the only supernatural being in your life.”
Hate her? He didn’t hate her. The only reason he acted the way he did was to not let himself get close. He was protecting her, couldn’t she see that? He shook his head, trying to think of a way to reason with her. That’s when he felt her hands place along his face causing his dark gaze to meet hers. For a few heartbeats he stayed quiet, trying to understand why she even wanted to help him. Every moment she stayed risked her being hurt by dark forces that wanted him. The moment he heard the words the left her lips he stilled. She was something? Well shit, he had felt it. Like a warm familiar memory. His brows knitted, an blurred image tickled at the back of his mind. Almost like a memory. Confusion showed clear in those soft brown eyes. He couldn’t stop himself as his hand came to rest upon hers. “You’re a nephilim.” For a mere second his eye color changed from a soft brown to a lavender color before returning to it’s original color. His head snapped to right at the sounds of a low growling at the door. The sound alone would make anyones hair stand on end. The beasts, gods rejects, and satan had taken them as his own. August rose then, one thing he knew. If those ungodly creatures where here then that meant something worse. He lightly gripped Bellatrix by the arm pulling her behinhd him. Eyes focused on the door.
“We need to get out of here.”
He said in a low voice. Moving back slowly, the beasts wouldn’t get in. No they were here to keep them in. They had to move NOW. He turned quickly, grabbing the bag from the floor. He rushed toward the bathroom. Shoving the curtain from the window as he peered out. It was clear, but it wouldn’t be like that soon enough.
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“–I killed a man, even if it was self defense, the human shell the demon was wearing. The guy had a family, children and a wife. And I took his life. I had no choice. He was coming for me. I bashed the guys head in with the heavy part of the toilet that came off y’know? There was so much blood…..and all I could do was run. Just like the night it all started.”
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“I tried to kill myself. I thought—.”August wrings his hands together, licking his lower lip. “I thought killing myself would make it stop. That maybe giving the demonwhat it wanted would be enough.”Dark focused on the ground as he spoke. He never told anybody about his attempt on his own life.“Yet the demon wouldn’t let me. I begged for it just to make it all stop but I know now nothing I can do will be enough, not until it destroys all of me.”
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He could’ve screamed until his throat went raw. It wouldn’t of made a difference. Rough unseen hands were all over his body. Bite marks begin to appear on on his shoulder. Lacerations tore through his body. He didn’t even notice that the red head had came into the room. The sound of fabric ripping loudly. Shreds of his shirt fell away from pale skin. He couldn’t move, he was helpless, his body was lifted two feet from the bed before slammed back down into the mattress again. The demon wasn’t even acknowledging Bellatrix it was to transfixed on August. “Stop! Just STOP!” August screamed and just like that August was released and the demon was gone for the time being. A choking sob came from him as curled himself into a ball. It was too horrific just like the last time. But last time it didn’t stop it took what it wanted. It took a few moments before August could pull himself together enough to notice that Bellatrix was in the room. Yet he didn’t feel like lashing out at her. All he wanted at that moment was someone to comfort him. Someone to tell him that it would be alright even though he knew it was a lie.
Eyes were transfixed as she stood there speechless as she watched. He was right, she had no idea what trouble he was in until this very moment. Fear caused her to stare with wide eyes and her jaw wide open as his shirt began to fall off of him, bite marks appearing. It wasn’t until he began to yell that everything stopped though it didn’t stop her from staring in shock. This was far beyond what she was use to and for once she felt helpless. Truth was all that came from him,that much was clear when he mentioned everyone that was close to him got hurt. For a moment though, she could be there for him without any harm coming to her, wasn’t there? Pushing her thoughts and fear aside, she walked over to the bed before crawling into it. Lightly, she hands gripped his face as she looked frantically in his eyes. “Your safe,” she murmured. For now, she thought to herself as she wrapped her arms around him. She was expecting him to shove her away yet she couldn’t help but try to counsel him. If even her words were a lie, at least it was something.
He felt the weight of the bed move., yet he didn’t move. His eyes closed tight, trying to hold back the tears that wanted to come. He felt her touch, fingertips grazing his face and he opened his eyes. Dark gaze holding hers for a brief second. The moment she spoke those two words a choked sob came from him as he was pulled into her embrace. He knew the words were a lie. He didn’t care, for the first time someone was there. Someone holding him, like Alex used to do before he was killed. His body shook with every sob. Slim finger curled into the fabric of her shirt, clinging to her. He wasn’t angry at her. He was horrified that she had even witnesses what had happened to him. His head laid in her lap, he wasn’t ashamed to cry in front of her. August laid like that for the longest time not wanting to talk afraid of what might be said. He didn’t even know her, yet her she was comforting him even after what she saw. She didn’t run. He knew Balthazar would be back. Funny how he knew the name of the very demon that wanted to claim his body. It wasn’t until he finally calmed down that he realized that she hadn’t left. She shouldn’t be here. Was the only thing that ran through his head. August sat up quickly, eyes wide. He feared for her. If the demon came back it would harm her or worse, “----You have to go, please I can’t let anyone else die because of me.”
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“----Please, make it stop.”
Online. Split my thumb at work :/ Hurts like a mother fucker.
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Take what you can and leave me to the wolves.
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“LET GO OF ME.”
“Not until you listen to me!”
Blood, there was so much of it. His sneakers were stained with body fluid. He sat there at the edge of where the puddle of blood began. “----I didn’t have a choice.”
“It’s all your fault!”
Jasper collapsed to his knees, his full body shaking. “I tried so hard to- resist…” He cried. “I’m sorry I’m so.— Pathetic.” The change in his tone was so fast, but he’d surrendered again. For the time being, Jasper was gone.
“You took the one thing that gave me any hope.” His voice was low, visibly shaken. He barely knew the man before him but he knew enough. He was just like him, but obviously further gone then he was. There was a difference between the two. August would never surrender no matter what. He could feel the change in the air. He knew the signs to well. He battled his own demon. He took a step back, keeping distance between them. He wouldn’t leave Jasper. He had no right to blame the man, when he goes through the same thing as him. “You have no power over him, let him go.”
