Unification

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      ✁ - - The psychopath merely laughed. It was a rather strange laugh, one with shallow breaths as his air pipe was slowly being squeezed shut. “Sad.. isn’t it?" he choked out, keeping that malicious smile. “I really… can’t tell. I’m— different." Being made out for a fool shouldn’t have amused him so, yet it did. Superior or not, in the very least he was able to swallow everything on his path. Or at least almost everything. Lately, for some reason, it had become a little more difficult due to the cancerous sickness in his head. It was there like a constantly present headache, enough to drive him crazy unless he found a distraction. One other reason had joined the boredom. However, no one was going to understand it. That much Naveed knew. Even he himself didn’t understand it, but he knew that he was different.

His lips twitched when he was hoisted up in the air, his body remaining still and limp as he hung from the other’s grip, as if it was nothing but a straw doll. Beginning run short on oxygen, he could feel himself fading out, grey eyes rolling in their sockets. “P.. Please—" It was all he managed to say, though the sneer on his features should make it all too clear. A fool indeed. Only fools didn’t feel fear. What a shame he had been born as one.

Disrespectful, " I've changed my mind, why should I show you any mercy? You didn't show my girlfriend that, and I doubt you've shown anyone else. Feeble little wretch, " He reached over, fingers digging into one of the other male's arms before his other dropped the hold he had on the human's neck. With a soft hiss, he reached over and kept a firm grip on the other arm. Expressing strength he only had due to the fact he was a demon, Placide kept the male facing away, giving a kick to force them onto their knees, " Different isn't what I would call it, perhaps I'd be civil if I wasn't as humanized--doubtful though. You're really lucky, I must say. Rhea has others protecting her, and the others? Heh, they gut someone first ask questions later, " A cackle passed thin lips as he adjusted where he kept his grip, opting to place a foot on the younger's back, " This time you bit off more than you can handle, my dear friend. These arms of your's, I would like them as trophies. How would you feel about that? Perfectly fine I assume, considering your lack of fear and regret. Perhaps I'll rip them off and present them to my girlfriend as a gift? "  Without any hesitation, Placide applied pressure. Using his foot to push the other forward, body then pulled in the opposite direction. Not wanting to avoid the pain that would be felt in such a hold, he kept a slow pull, making sure the force exerted by his foot was always more than that of the tug placed on this man's arms. Slowly, he could feel the skin start to stretch, the muscle pull. The snail paced burning effect as dulled pain flourished and became real. It was only when he felt actual muscle tearing that he stopped. Placide, however, didn't let go. Instead, he gave one more savage pull in order add damage before growling and dropping the creature, " I've got a better idea, " Came the remark as hand closed around their neck again, nearly choking them as he dragged the offender along.

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     ✁- -❦ It was something he couldn’t help, the saliva that built up inside of his mouth and threatened to spill from his lips if he didn’t control himself. Sometimes he didn’t and he had to swipe it away with a gloved hand, but what did it matter? A carnivore with its fangs glistening, what was the wrong in that? Craving the blood that deserved to flow, the flesh that was meant to be torn. Naturally his body would react accordingly, the hunger only fed by the desires. It was disgusting, but everything in the world he lived already was. Now he had become something feral, invading a place where he perhaps did not belong, but sometimes it was needed to fight fire with fire. Their flames were cold with cruelty, their burns freezing off their limbs, slowly dying inside.

     Quite opposite of the reptiles, Dian enjoyed the coolness against his skin. It made him feel alive. Or perhaps only more dead, as that was what he presumed he could be called. With insides as ice, it was a pleasure to correspondence with that freezing cold that was out there somewhere. Sunlight he could easily bare. It was nice to have it tickle his face, like glimpses of happiness he remembered. They were for another time, another place. Memories. Not something he ever hoped to achieve again. It was too gentle for the ragged soul he had created for himself. At least now he could feel alive, even if those emotions should be fake. Dead and dried like flowers kept between endless pages.

     It was better that way. Sanity within insanity was still better than no sanity at all. Over-active senses were better than dull ones. Passion was better than none. If life has no purpose, you’re dead already. To keep himself from believing that, he all he had to do was find it again — that what he had lost. Find it and regain it. Isolate it and protect it. Destroy it from the inside. ”Oh, oh, dear friend,” the sorcerer spoke, his eyes clouded with grief. “What have they done? What, oh what have they done to you?” His way of moving was unusual for a being that resembled a full-fledged human so much. Though his kind was generally on bad foot with demonic reptiles, it was impossible to not recognize the way he shot over rooftops, against walls and doors and buildings. Anyone would be reminded of the small lizards that slipped away within a mere second when they were disturbed.

     Who would he be to worry over such a thing? It got him where he wanted, quickly without being noticed. Ever since his reunion with Fumio, he had been searching after the aura that he believed to be Flavius’, his doubt erased. Complications, that’s what Fumio had called it. Complications. The mere word made him want to throw his head back and laugh, even though it was nothing to laugh at. Unforgivable, yes. Yet so much fun — no. Not fun, anticipation. Nothing but that. No joy, no sadness. Life, death, there was no difference anymore. Merely a very strong feeling that was not real. As long as it felt real, though, there was no problem. What a wonderful life, empty and without any worries.

     Even so, for someone who had no worries, the expression on his face was a peculiar one as he silently followed the supposed vessel. One might have thought there was nothing special to see, but to him it looked like a horrible disfigurement had been bestowed upon the descendant of the friend that was no more. For this, he hadn’t been prepared, shock piercing through him like icicles, driving him out of the trees and close to the ground as he approached, leaves rustling when he made the final jump. “Flavius…?”

     It was almost painful to have his gaze linger on the other’s appearance. Without taking consideration that it was most likely that this person had no idea who he was, he continued to stare, giving a slight shake of his head. Normally he might have tried to touch him, but for now he was utterly repelled. “As expected, it’s worse than Fumio said it was.. Who did this, my friend? Who? What did you see? Oh, oh, my dear friend. Fear not, for they will die a thousand more times than you…”

Flavius took a moment, raising slender fingers up. A hand that wasn't his. It was so much the hand that it was the bitter truth regarding what happened to it's true owner--and for what? This skin was not his, it was not the flesh he was born with. Despite how much he looked like Dai, how much he looked like the one person that deserved to get a knife to the throat, it was still his body. It was the face he grew used to seeing in the mirror, the figure he was used to taking care of. Sure, it was on the thin side, sure it wasn't absolutely perfect like the bodies others would want, but it was still /his/. Whomever this body once belonged to, they were gone, killed by the thing that harmed him. Innocent individual caught in the line of sight that belonged to a monster of the purest design. It was almost hard to believe. When he heard that thing's voice, how delicate it sounded. Oh, but it was cocky, arrogant. So sure that he'd never get out, so sure that Fumio would watch and be unable to help. His only father figure, the only one he needed, used against him, more so--used against himself. Eyes like that of an angel, Flavius once described them in a bid to remember what happened despite how much this body rejected it. Despite how much he rejected it, but--in the end, Flavius realized that he just couldn't deny it anymore. He couldn't deny that he had been tortured, bound. He couldn't deny that he was made to eat the flesh of those that assaulted him, the skin of his mother--murdered by the same beast that held him captive. A bitter smile overcame his lips as his head dropped, hanging low as the thoughts came back to him. The horrifying laughter, it stuck with him more than anything else. For someone who reveled in his sense of pride, it may have been the reason he couldn't get over it. Why he couldn't actually grow from the experience, though... How could he grow from something like that? He lost his body, he lost his mother, his home--Fumio even. That last bit alone was enough to bring him to sigh. He was all alone for now, unable to could back, or handle going back to begin with. Unable to do much for himself--and then the same memories that always haunted the outer rim of his mind poked around. Their tendrils trailing over the delicate fabric that made up his head. Smoky appendages dug into the cracks, bringing back not only what happened--but the last thing Fumio told him. It was all going to be okay. Everything was okay. Lips pursed, eyes drawing closed. He'd wanted to leave, to get away. Flavius couldn't handle Dai anymore, couldn't handle the fact that most of his life had been covered up. The fact that he really was some sort of demonic thing instead of a normal breathing /human/ like he thought he was. An ache formed itself in his chest as fingers clenched to form fists, how Fumio promised him. Things may look bleak, tunnels may seem to have no end but everything would always be okay. He would have made sure of that. He'd be here to pick up whatever fragments needed to be picked up, as a mentor, as a friend, as the father he never had growing up.  A sigh dropped from his lips, biting back how hoarse his voice sounded in that moment, " Why would you make a promise, if you knew you couldn't keep it, " The basilisk remarked to himself, eyes traveling over the garden, " Why would you act like you could handle everything, you're not even here now. I don't know what to fucking do, and you're not here now. You fucking promised, how could you? " It wasn't so much Fumio he was angry with, but himself. He let himself be caught, couldn't get himself out, Fumio was dragged into it because of his association /to/ Flavius. That was all...how dare he get closer to the former skeptic...he knew it was dangerous. He /knew/, " Bet you didn't see this coming, even with how old you are. " Before the now blond could go on to talk to himself a bit more, body reacted to the soft mention of his name. No one where knew it--almost half expecting someone else to come and destroy him from the inside out, the male flinched. A rapid turn allowed Flavius to land on eyes that looked similar to his own. Half of his mind wanted to run, but the rest stayed, anxious to know just who this man was. Heart palpitating, he brought up a hand to still it, emerald hues never moving off of them while they spoke. There was something so...familiar, just like how he felt when he ran into Fumio for the first time. Hell, this man even mentioned his former mentor. However, nothing this person said made him any less weary, in fact, he only tensed. Goosebumps trickling over his skin, Flavius made his move, speaking aloud, attempting to sound as firm as he could, " I--I don't know what did this to me, I don't know. I don't want to think about it, " His voice almost shook, but the wizard found it okay to keep going, " Who--are you? You seem familiar, why? Are you like Fumio? Are you-- " Like hell he was going to put his trust in someone from his ancestor's past, especially after what happened. If another one got hurt, he didn't know what he'd do, " Please, it's not a good idea, don't say those things. You might get hurt too, not even Fumio was able to hold his own against it.. "

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      ✁ - - “Eeh? For real? How unexpected! My mistake it is then, hm? Yes, unexpected indeed. Unexpected and a little bit disappointing. Seems like I overestimated you.” The smile never slipped from his face, not when the other’s body collided with his and not when the sudden impact forced the breath out of his lungs. Grey hues slid over the demon’s face, not exposing even a hint of fear. They could have, but personally Naveed thought of that trick as overused. Faking fright while never having been able to experience such a strong emotion had gotten dull over the years. “So what, you’re going to kill me now? Because I’m a sick bastard, as you so charmingly put it? That’ll get rid of your problem, won’t it? Though, I can’t say how much of a trauma that girl is going to keep when I’m gone. I don’t think you can really satisfy your anger with this either, but hey. I don’t know you. All I get to be is disappointed, isn’t that right?” 

He wasn't even going to respond to that. At this point, Placide was running on pure blood lust. A strong hand closed itself over the other's neck, nimble fingers increased their grip, choking them slowly, " You know what's sad about you? You don't know when to shut the hell up. So dense, and it's sad, " He exposed his fangs again as he kept thin appendages around the younger male's neck. Humans. Despite the fact he'd been around them for an incredibly long time, Placide didn't deny the reality that there was a good chance he'd run into one of these. One that would test the lines he'd drawn for himself. Playful, he was. Murderous? Not by a long shot. However, it was hard to deny that seeing this human's blood spilled would have made him happy when the mere idea was ecstatic. Even as he dragged the instigator up into the air by the neck, these thoughts didn't stop, and a grin even appeared on his facial features, " Beg, fool, appeal to my sense of humanity, " The snake commanded, tightening his grip a decent amount more, " Maybe I'll relent. "

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        ✯} “Oh gawd, you look absolutely adorable.” Maybe he shouldn’t have said that out loud. Maybe he should have. Who cared? It didn’t change the fact Lev’s hands were already resting on the reaper’s behind, holding him a little bit too close while the Russian himself seemed to be in absolute ecstasy. 

" Adorable? " Come on, Lev. He just got here--Vida came all this way to visit you and you've got your hands in places you shouldn't have them. The only upside is that Vida's not exactly caught up in the ways of humans, so for all he knew, this was just a normal way to embrace someone. In fact, the raven wasn't even going to really comment on /that/ more so whether or not the other was okay. After all, he'd bought Lev time, he wanted to see what the younger man was doing with it, " I came over to visit. Have you been feeling okay? " Vida asked directly, placing gloved hands over the other's chest in an attempt to check the overall health of their body.

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                    “—the fair is in town?” In truth, she hadn’t even thought about it. She might have overheard her parents talking about taking her younger sister for the day, but she couldn’t remember for sure. It was kind of insane, she would admit. She was always so preoccupied with other things, she hadn’t even had the time to think about going to the fair. With her coach taking a few days off, she assumed it would be alright for her to do the same. She just had to promise herself she wouldn’t eat any junk food while they were there! She was in the middle of training for a really hard routine and gaining a few extra pounds now would throw her off more than someone might think.                     “I haven’t been to the fair since I was little..” When had she started working with Henry as a coach, again? She was ten, she believed, so.. that means she hadn’t been to the fair in at least seven years. He usually discouraged her from going, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him! “You sure Rinoa won’t mind? She might want to come too, you know..? I can try to go find her, if you want.”

" Well, I wouldn't mind if just you and I went. If she had to go anywhere, it's probably cause she had to go. Don't wanna keep her /all/ the time, y'know? If anything, she deserves some time to herself after all she's gone through, " This week in general had been a little difficult for Rhea. What with that psychopath and all. He didn't really have to worry either. Again, Bellus was always with her, watching over and making sure she was okay. Even if he was a little leech, he trusted the demonic sword not to let anything severe happen to her. Perhaps with what happened the last few days, Bellus would be a little more considerate for a while. Long enough for him to actually let go and get to know the younger sibling Rhea now had.

" Yeah! I'll even dance with you. Believe it or not, I'm pretty good at both singing and dancing if I do say so myself. Nothing like you do, I'm sure but I can give it a shot, can't I! " Placide hopped up happily, letting out a few laughs of his own at the thought, showing off his naturally playful personality.

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                    “You look bored out of your mind.” Zita knew the feeling well enough, she supposed. She’s been bored a lot as of late, with Rinoa spending all her time with Placide and Hayden. “I don’t know where she ran off to, though, so..” Sighing, she shrugged and looked around the room in some vain attempt to find something interesting to talk about. When nothing came to her, she felt her lips fall into a small pout, but it only lasted a small moment or two. “Sorry I’m not much fun to hang out with.” She laughed, “I don’t really know what people my age tend to talk..”

" Usually happens when I ain't got nothing to do, " Thinking about it now, Placide had never really gotten a chance to bond with Zita now did he? It must have been strange, for her. To have her sister change so suddenly. The serpent could only imagine how well she was taking it. So why not make up for it, right? He'd recently stolen a fair amount of money, why not treat the younger female to go somewhere? It wouldn't be bad to give up some of his time, that and Placide firmly believed where Rhea was, she was fine. She had Bellus and Hayden was a stalker so why wouldn't she be? " Oi, I know it might be a little weird, but you wanna come with me to get a bite or hit the fair? "

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                    “I’m-.. well enough.” She wasn’t feeling urge to break anyone’s necks, so hey. That’s progress. “..and you?”

Placide always felt a little strange around the woman. Like something was off. Not that he'd question it or bring it up. After all, what was the point in that? As long as she didn't harm Rhea, which the snake knew she never would, everything was fine. For now, he remained without blinking, gazing at the female for a moment before indigo hues traveled elsewhere as he answered, " I'm okay, just hanging around, waiting for Rinoa. "

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                    ”..good evening.”

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" Evenin', Zita. How're you today? " Cause it was strange to see him without Rhea of course.

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                    “….”

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     ”I just—…I’ve never felt so powerless. I used to think that I could take care of myself no matter the situation, but…that’s not true is it?” A shake of pink locks was given, as amber hues clouded briefly with tears. Pale fingertips quickly wiped away the intruding water before she raised a hand to shield her eyes from the serpent. “It’s just like before—I’ve regressed by one hundred and twenty years—I…I really am weak.” And in her weakness, she’d convinced herself that she would come to lose everyone again—that her band of opposing misfits would crumble if she were not strong enough to hold it up. “I don’t want to see anyone get hurt on my account, I don’t want to be weak again…”

" I think you're looking at it all wrong, Rhea, " Leave it to Placide to have a very positive outlook no matter what the situation. Despite he could almost feel Rhea's pain, he was convinced that being sad along with her wouldn't solve anything. He had to be positive, he had to be the one with the smile. This was his girlfriend, he was an ancient demon, it was about time he put the knowledge he accumulated over the millions of years that he's lived. He took in a deep breath, preparing himself for the biggest speech he's probably given in his entire life, " Listen. I know it's pretty normal to feel like you've lost a lot, like you're too weak to hold together everything you've worked so hard to keep. I'll have you know it's not true. Yeah, I may not like Hayden or Bellus, but--they're willing to protect you, and it's not cause you're a worthless being or you're weak. Yes, you're a little lower on strength because of your new body, but you're still /you/, Rhea. If anything, I expect you to get up and then keep it moving. You're going to get stronger, I'll even spar with you if you want, but I have complete faith that you're stronger than you think you are. Bellus wouldn't waste his time with you as a vessel if you weren't. You're one of the strongest girls I know, Rhea, " He pursed his lips for a moment, eyes drifting to the side, " You're headstrong, you've always been gorgeous, you've got more than enough strength to power through. You're a fighter, Rhea, that's what you always will be. And this little group of misfits you've gathered will always be around should you need the support...I'll always be around as well. I..love you after all. "

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     At the kisses, the immortal only rubbed a cheek against her snake’s shirt and allowed hands to pull in toward his chest instead. She’d always felt safer with him, but this time the feeling had been multiplied exponentially by recent events—although, this much could be expected when someone tried to force themselves upon you. “Placide—…”

Dull fingernails curled into Rhea's arms, holding her as close as possible. Placide had never seen Rhea so shaken up. For someone tossed out of one body and into another, she was hurt, distraught. It was to be expected, but that didn't mean the snake wanted to see it. It didn't mean he wished for this day to come. She was his girlfriend, his mate, even if that term he hardly used. He took in a deep breath, speaking quietly, " Shh, Rhea. It's okay, I'm here. "

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      ✁ - - “Oh, oh, how horrible I am! Can you imagine? Though, you don’t really care, do you? You only care because it’s ‘your mate’. If it was any other girl, you wouldn’t even blink. And with that, my dear, you’re being awfully hypocritical. She isn’t my mate. You can hardly expect me to give a fuck about what happens to her.” Perhaps he had received too many death threats in his life to care. Perhaps it was his inability to experience fear— perhaps it his desire to do so. “I’m looking forward to it.”

" How would you know? Do you know me? No, you don't. I'd actually save someone from you regardless of the fact that I may or may not know them. What do I know about you? You're a sick bastard is what I've come to know. And you know what's the best thing about being a demon? If you don't mind me saying, I /really/ wasn't created with the ability to care about /specifics/, " Placide let out a laugh, lunging forward. Strength exposed, the snake tackled the other down to the ground with as much force as he could exert. This time, instead of hinting at the existence of his teeth, the demon exposed them, the sharpened fangs placed inches within the other's face as a loud hiss escaped his vocals. 

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Even Vida's watching, why? Because that's one of Mama Evie's children, and no one messes with what Mama Evie loves.

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      ✁ - - “Aw, no interest? What a shame. I suppose I have no choice but to leave her alone, eh? I wouldn’t want to mess with someone as dangerous as you.~”

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" It's horrible to be disrespectful to an ancient serpent, especially to come within inches with disgusting intentions to one's mate, " The snake hissed, slowly starting to bear his fangs toward the other male, " If I catch you again, I'll kill you. "

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” Someone’s asking for it. “

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      ✁ - - “What about I take you instead?”

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" Didn't they teach you in the nuthouse that playing with poisonous animals is a bad thing? Stay away from my girlfriend. " 

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" Someone's asking for it. "