#ilya halvig

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Kiss & Tell.

The yelling match was heard across Baal's territory but nobody wanted to say anything; Nobody wanted to be in the middle of it.  

"Be silent, Pathetic human!" Baal snarled as Ilya stepped right up to him, she didn't even falter as she peered at him, spitting at him. "I won't take orders from the likes of you!" The glare between them snapped as Baal grabbed her throat, growling. "The only reason you're even being allowed to stand in my presence is just so I can watch you die."

"Then, I'm going to be here for a long fucking time." She growled back as she shoved him away from her, Throwing a couple punches although simply because of what Baal was it didn't matter; If it'd been anyone else they'd be flat on the ground.  Her wrist hurt, but she hid it, instinctively blocking as Baal moved to backhand her, She shifted across the floor but didn't falter, scoffing at him. "IF you want to see me die so badly why don't you just end it?!" She screamed, spit flying from her lips and tears almost forming in her eyes as she turned away from him, crossing her arms.

"...Don't you humans just kill yourself in these situations?"  He asked, Her eyes looking at him as if he'd honestly insulted her. "There's no honor in suicide. It's pathetic." She snapped, softer.  "I refuse to die to a lesser opponent...I refuse to die without honor and I refuse to die by my own hand." She stated firmly as her eyes searched the floor.

"And here I thought you didn't know your place... You just admitted that I'm superior to you." He added. He expected another violent reaction out of her but instead, she simply nodded. "I'm at a disadvantage because of genetics." She snorted. "As pathetic as it is..."

Baal didn't really realize he was smirking until it was too late; Ilya quickly becoming annoyed again as she stepped back up to him, slapping him. "Get that stupid fucking look off your face!" He didn't really flinch but grabbed her wrists, Moving and shoving her against the table... Her arms pushed and pulled but she couldn't break his grip. "Are you even trying? Fight back." He watched her, curiosity in his eyes he wouldn't admit to in a thousand years... He wouldn't let curiosity make him become as pathetic as his brother.

Ilya glared at him as she shoved her knee into his stomach, pulled her arms. It wasn't quite enough, Although he shifted to keep her in the place she couldn't quite break his grip...  She glared at him as he looked down at her before seeming to make a decision, leaning up and kissing Baal.

He pulled back away from her almost instantly and after a moment a laugh left her lips that she couldn't even swallow back down, sitting up a little.  Baal grimaced at first, granted. It was only because she was human... Otherwise. It wasn't that bad.

"Don't you dare ever do that again!" Baal snapped, disgusted by whatever slight feeling he'd just felt...

Ilya snorted, laughing harder. "You act like I'm going to poison you." She shifted onto her feet again and rubbing her wrist a little as she looked up at him...  "Perhaps I could even beat you. It'd just be so demeaning." She snorted, laughing at him.  Something about it was the right trigger as he grabbed her throat again, shoving her against the wall and kissing her; as if to prove something.

One kiss, Two kiss. The two of them wouldn't admit anything that happened in the room.

All anyone knew was the next morning there was a change in the air between the two...They still fought and argued but something had changed, Maybe, Maybe it had something to do with the fact they kept disappearing together... Baal writing it off as and experiment; training,   ---

"Yep. They kissed~" Lust hummed, smiling playfully as she leaned on Paimon's desk in a suggestive manner, her short dress leaving little to the imagination as she ran her fingers through her hair. He'd be angry if it was anyone else...  

Paimon covered his face a tiny bit as he chuckled. Lust raising a brow a little. "Not that I'm not supportive of it...But why exactly did you want me to go hang out there of all places?"  She asked softly, curiously.

"Baal opted to insult Bella when I went to get into the vault to help her. He went too far... I'm not causing another war with him but it'll be amusing watching him become the biggest hypocrite..."  He waved his hand a bit dismissively. "Speaking of Bella, I'd appreciate if you'd leave.  She tends to be - perceptible to you."  Lust snorted hard as she stood upright, picking up her purse and the envelope that Paimon promised her, smirking. "Psh. As if you're not looking forward to it." She teased, Paimon's face getting a very faint flush as he folded his arms.

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Ilya

The heavy boots treaded through the mud and snow, Her fingers wrapped around her spear as she glanced behind her with cold blue eyes and whistling sharply; Her lungs forcing the sound to overpower the icy wind that blew by; kicking the snow around in a haze.  The white dog racing through, joining her side.

"Sneh rra'li, Asrnoil." "Stay close, Arctus."

Her tongue was ancient. The language she spoke was dead in the other corners of the world but she didn't know that... She didn't know anywhere but this icy island she called home; The sea was frozen for miles... Those who tried to see beyond it usually weren't seen again.  The majority of them did not believe there was anything else... Ilya, She believed there had to be more out there. Her believe solidified by the debris;  The wind and water would bring things to the island; Flags and bottles, trash.   And as much as she wanted to go beyond; She knew she had to stay... These men were useless. Her ice-blue eyes watching as they argued; None of them wanted to be the first one to go up to the monster ahead of them; Where it came from? They didn't know... It wasn't natural. The dark energy coming off it made Ilya's skin crawl and Arctus had acted weird since it arrived.   Arctus barked loudly at it;  Snarling.  ilya nodding in agreement as she twisted the spear in her hand, glancing at the men.

"Ca'zesvl." "Cowards."

She spat at them as she shoved past the two men in her path; Arctus following closely behind,  The beast was drawn already by Arctus's growls; bearing its teeth as it snarled loudly. Its eyes, red, several of them glaring back at her as it's weight caused the ice to crack, its claws were so sharp it was able to sink right through the ice without hardly any effort.   Ilya didn't even hesitate as she snarled right back at the monster, twisting her spear and shoving it into its chest; the black blood oozing out and melting right through the ice as she used her spear; lifting herself up and with the momentum of the beast's movement flinging herself onto it's back, pulling her daggers; One was sharpened stone, wrapped in leather to protect her hand. The second one was a gift the water brought her;  They'd never seen anything like it; A hard and cold metal blade, sharper than the stone, sharper than the ice.    The name of it wasn't known by her village or how it was created. Many believed it was a gift from the gods. Ilya had found it and claimed it as her own and it convinced her of another civilization; If only they could leave this damned island... The others didn't believe in her concept of using wood to create something that would float them out onto the water; even getting to the water's edge was hazardous;  Many died long before they made it to the edges of the island to see beyond it.

Her daggers slid through the monster's spine, forcing them deep as she could with one smooth blow, holding onto them as it thrashed and crashed through the ice, she held on as the cold water surrounded her as the beast pulled them back up; gasping for air sharply as she pulled the blade out, stabbing into it again and again.

Arctus snarled, chasing after the two and leaping up, grabbing onto the spear with a tight firm bite, pulling it out before circling around the monster again; biting its legs and clawing at it.

The beast kept thrashing around trying to get Ilya off it's back; She fell off but slammed her blade into its side, holding on firmly as it slid to a stop on the ice; Ilya pulling herself back up as she grabbed her steel blade; running up the monster's back and slamming it down into its skull with all her strength; it was enough to at least drop the beast as she fell to the ground with it; grabbing its neck and pulling it back as she slit it's throat, lingering until it stopped moving and letting out a chilled sigh, sliding off and starting to remove her soaking wet furs, dropping them on the floor and shivering a little as the cold air hit her damp cold skin, gritting her teeth.

She retrieved her spear after replacing her daggers at her side, kneeling down as she embraced Arctus, petting him slowly, wiping the blood from his white fur as she smiled faintly...A grimace on her lips as she glanced back at the hunters who'd come out here with her; that sat on the sidelines... She snarled, Her brow knitted as she stormed towards them and shoving them out of the way as she started back to the village; ignoring the bitter cold on her shoulders.