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5. hugging them from behind when they weren’t expecting it.

                  Oh, he had been with HER ; he was always with her.

     Sin had made the fatal mistake of fleeing the palace, running back to her father in a fury of unrelenting rage. But Satan knew of her fault the instant she arrived ; swiftly dealing her a blow of torturous activities in punishment ( punishment for her error – for allowing her mate to make love to another ). Subjected to HOURS of torment, Sin was shipped back to her supposed home – as nothing more than a bloodied shell of a woman. 

     Limping through the corridors, a streak of crimson trailing behind her tiny frame, she stumbled into THEIR room. Eyes of CHARCOAL immediately settled upon the naked array of entwined flesh ; buried within the silky sheets of their bed. Still, while she had endured her suffering, they remained within their moment of ecstasy. Her mate – her husband – what meaning did those titles hold? They could neither love, nor cherish her ; they would never care for, nor protect her. But to experience his BETRAYAL – oh, nothing could compare. 

     Swiftly turning from their view, she cast dead eyes elsewhere, beginning to stumble from their room ( for she had agreed to bring that woman – that beast – no harm ). Her wounds would continue bleeding for days yet – this, she knew – but where was she to find rest? Oh, it was as such trivial thoughts clouded her crippling mind, that the familiar embrace of her filthy husband tenderly wound about her frame in assistance. 

                      ❝DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH ME!!!!❞

       Sin roared in PAIN ; roughly breaking from his grasp as her tiny stature exploded in flames. Eyes of charcoal burned crimson, locks of tattered blonde darkened to ink ; claws of crimson extended, while horns peaked from the delicacy of her head.  ❝I’ll KILL her, you hear me, Aindreas?! I’ll revel in her pain & suffering as I tear her whore-ish body LIMB FROM LIMB! Touch me again & I SWEAR I will do it!❞ Fell her rage laced words, growls flourishing within the deep confines of her burning chest ; her gaze unwilling to part from his.

      —- Even as the flames licked at her flesh, allowing the pain to eat away at her skin ( for her once deep wounds flecked BLACK ; the poison her fathers touch beginning to seep into her being ). ❝Don’t you ever touch me–❞ The last words she uttered before collapsing unto the icy floors, unconscious. 

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      For once in her eternal life, had Sin been burdened with the burning sensation of SHAME ; & her disgrace had been branded into the milky flesh of her skin to be remembered forever & always. It was upon the deliverance of such dishonour, that Sin was reluctantly dragged to her mate, forced to endure his ridicule as she, still bleeding, was presented to him as nothing more than a FIXED TOY of sorts. 

       Long ago had she forgotten such humiliations ; her PRIDE much too overbearing to lay dormant within her shame. Now, laying upon the plush material of her mates mattress, her tiny stature curled within silky sheets, she allowed herself to be free. Unafraid of his eye, of his touch, his chill -- Sin allowed herself to be seen as she truly was. Laying stark naked within the familiar confines of his bed, she no longer cared of his view, of the visibility of her scars. Inky tresses cascaded around her slumbering form, lips of crimson parted ever so slightly, allowing herself the soft breath of life. 

      It was the tender feeling of his lips upon her skin, however, that roused her from her half sleep. Eyes of comforted GOLD glimmered upon their reveal ; immediately surveying her seemingly lonesome surroundings.   ❝-- He thinks he can play hide & seek, does he?❞ Swiftly sliding from the soft sheets, Sin sauntered from the room ( stark naked, allowing the length of her hair to cover her marks of disgrace ). Oh, how she basked in the lusting gazes of those she passed, enjoying their wandering stares. 

      ❝----- Aindreas! How dare you leave your beautiful wife alone in bed like that? Now she’s been forced to wander these freezing corridors NAKED!❞

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          “Stop it, you’re being even more rude than usual.”

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         Crimson claws irritably tapped along the milky flesh of her skin ; charcoal heels obnoxiously clicking against the unforgiving cement grounds. Sauntering towards her prey, an expression of both envy & disdain ( mingled in anger, lust, & pride ) painted itself upon intricately adorned features. 

            ❝As much as I adore witnessing a good killing, I hate it even more when someone snatches my prey. If you didn’t know, honey, I had my eyes on this pathetic little thing. I had been stalking them for days, waiting for the right moment to strike -- they looked like quite the screamer -- & as I say, there’s nothing better than to solicit cries of pure agony.❞ Sin purred in vile explanation, seemingly delicate arms crossed beneath her chest ; skilfully pushing her bust forward & in evident view.  ❝The least you could do, I would believe, is to allow me to have a little taste of their blood, hm? What do you say? You wouldn’t deny a beautiful woman like me, would you?❞

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( @vnclie )  “ cracked icicles  ”

If he hadn’t disturbed the fae’s latest attempt at entertainment, he wouldn’t have been left in this position. His kill escaped, leaving Aindreas angry, yes, but more amused by the other, the powers they had. For what seemed to be only minutes to him, but hours in reality, ice and darkness classed with light, electricity. Both had shed blood, but Aindreas was much more happy about the fact than the other. Jongdae. A man he had met once before. 

A wicked grin spread out on his lips, the fae licks the blood from them. A few chuckles sounding from his throat, his words sounding almost foreign with the accent carried in his voice. ‟ Standing after all this time? My, you must be strong. ”Not even having to move a muscle, the fae sends yet another barrage of blackened shards of ice in the other’s direction. Laughter leaving his lips as he watched them dodge most of them. ‟ You can always just give in. Death is a dear friend of mine. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind letting me borrow you for a few more days. ” Body disappears only to be found once again just inches away from the one he spoke to, deathly pale blue hand forcefully taking a hold of their neck.‟ After all, you did ruin my fun. ” This time, it was both of them who disappeared. The wall nearly breaking from the force with which the fae slammed the other into it. Where humans would quite literally freeze from being so close to him in this form, Jongdae was perfectly fine. Despite the cuts and blood scattered throughout his body. The realization bringing yet another grin to cerulean lips. Oh, the thoughts of what he could do to him, to his body. It sent a chill of excitement down his already cool back. Keeping his hand where it was, he forces their head back, mouth latching onto the junction where his neck and shoulders meet. Fanged teeth piercing their heated skin. At the taste of their blood, he hums. ‟ Oh yes, I’ll keep you for days. What a lovely toy you’ll make. ”

A scrape across his left cheek, and a gash across his thigh with a few minor bruises he couldn't feel and a numbness in his fingertips that was exhilarating in a way. Nothing too big, nothing he couldn't handle later. However, Jongdae was faced with a formidable opponent in the form of a man he'd come to know quite well, Aindreas. He'd never known the other possessed such strength, speed and agility, but he'd known of the man's temperament and he'd always been one to push too far. He didn't regret it one bit, however, and having an opponent such as this one that enabled him to unleash the full potential of his abilities on someone who could handle them was more than a high for Jongdae. It'd keep him coming back for more, and he knew it in the back of his mind.

He grins then, sparks of electricity dancing on his fingertips and the ends of his frost dusted hair. "You think I'd give up that easily? Man, have I got some news for you," he retorts tauntingly, dancing around most of the sharpened ice sent his way. One barely misses his chest and another grazes his arm, and Jongdae knows then that he's reaching his limit. They've been at it for far too long a time, and as much as Jongdae would have absolutely loved to continue, he knew that he had to get out of there somehow or he possibly would end up dead at the hands of his long awaited rival. He refuses to let this show on his face however, as he merely shrugs his shoulder, eyes not moving from the other. "Oh believe me, I know him too, and I have no intention of meeting him any time soon. You should have been picking on someone your own size." The sudden reappearance and disappearance leaves the angel startled, however, as it hadn't been something he'd been expecting, and before he's able to retreat, an icy hand is gripping at his neck.

Another blinding second and his head is literally bouncing back from the wall upon which it's forced, and even though he's got one hell of a pounding headache, he's able to ascertain the wall looks to be in worse shape than he does. Sharp teeth piercing his neck cause the angel to cry out in his True Voice, a pitch and frequency too loud and too high for human ears just as his own hand reaches up to grip at the neck in front of him. It's more uncomfortable than painful, and Jongdae glares daggers at the other before his expression reverts back into its normal taunting phase. "'M no damn toy, you brat," he hisses, sending a sharp jolts of electricity through the veins of the other's neck. "You'll have to do more than that to even try me," he taunts with a piercing grin, parts of his Grace already working momentarily to try and seal a couple of his wounds while the other was distracted.