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Post by Lizzie on Jul 4, 2014 21:43:46 GMT
Willow had been born soft hearted. Perhaps it was the softness in Yvaine's on heart or perhaps it was the life she'd introduced her daughter to when she placed her with the human family. Admittedly, even with her soft heart, she didn't have many friends and she most certainly didn't have much understanding of her own kind. Other than her mother, her mother's cousins, and her ex boyfriend, Willow hadn't known many demons at all.
Daeven had been something very different from all the demons she knew. There was something... primal about him. He wasn't one of the pompous upperclass demons and he hadn't been raised in the human world like her. Daeven was what you really thought about when you thought demon. When she would look at him, a shiver would run up her spine and she knew she'd never want to face off against him.
His eyes held a coldness, his voice disinterest. He was a true demon, a true monster...still, as frightening as he could be she still tried to talk to him and understand him. She wanted to know more about him, to learn from him...or to make a friend with someone who seemed to have as few as her.
Admittedly, Willow didn't expect him to return the feeling. She was more human with her actions than demon. She wore cute little dresses, soft in color and stockings often covered her shapely legs...unlike her mother that fit the role of succubus, commanding attention when she walked into a room even if the only attention she wanted was Viveka's. There was no reason for Daeven to have much interest in her as a demon or a friend....still, she tried.
Willow hadn't even meant to be there that night, though. She hadn't expected to find the demon kneeled inside a devil's trap. No one else was around the bar/inn. No sign of the russian patroness, nor the hunters who often filled the stools at the mahogany bar. "Hello?" The young woman called, looking across the room at the devil's trap. What was even going on...why was he in there? "Daeven?"
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Post by Shea on Jul 5, 2014 1:44:24 GMT
It was cold. And bright. He hated it. He was used to fire and darkness, and blood. So much blood he was drowning in it. He was... he was so ANGRY. But his body wouldn't listen; wouldn't move from where it was kneeled on the floor. Trapped in his own fucking mind, unable to rip the throats out of the pathetic humans that DARED...
Coal eyes blinked, but the black faded to irises. He knees ached, and his back. His arms were useless at his sides. "Wil... Willow?" Fangs dug into his tongue and lips. Too many teeth. His head felt heavy. Were his horns out? He shifted the muscles in his back; heard the rattled of his desecrated wings.
What was... It all rushed back; the witch, the hex, the sudden rush of insatiable rage and Markus' blood on his hands and in his mouth.
"G-get out!" He told her. Already he felt the need to rip her body open, suck her blood from his fingers as she cried herself into Death's cold embrace. Willow, that delicate excuse for a demon. So sweet to everyone, even him. And there she was, looking at him. Covered in gore, most of it his own. Naked pale skin; broken, hideous wings. Claws. Horns. Fangs.
His vision faded. Watched her soft skin turn into different shades of red, and yellow, and orange. She was the warmest at her core. They all were. They all screamed so lovely, their blood tasted just as good as their cries for help...
His head rolled, dark hair spilling in front of his eyes. "Help me... everything hurts..." His voice sounded broken. But he was in control. If he could just get her close enough...
"NO!" he yelled, gasping. "Willow, g-get out! It's not.. safe!" he ordered. Like HELL he'd be responsible for killing Yvaine's soft daughter.
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 5, 2014 2:05:29 GMT
She watched him, almost frightened by what she saw. She knew Daeven was a primal demon but...this was monstrous. What had happened? She'd never seen him b elike THIS with anyone and...had he done all of that to himself. Her pretty eyes grew wide, looking over the shredded scraps that had once been clothes and blood that filled the devil's trap. He was hurt, and badly...
"D-daeven? What happened to you?" she rushed behind the counter, grabbing for a first aid kit she found there. SHe wasn't too certain how good it would do to the demon with his current wounds but she wanted to help however she could.
The young succubus stopped outside the Devil's trap. If she went in...she wouldn't be able to get out. Once she was in there she would be stuck, right along with the vicious looking demon. "Mmm....I'm going to help you Daeven....I promise." Willow thought she might regret it...but she was a succubus, and her mother had been a strong one.... If she stayed outside of the circle, what if he continued to hurt himself??
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Post by Shea on Jul 5, 2014 2:54:55 GMT
It was hard to focus. He was vaguely aware of her grabbing the medical supplies, but when she got close... everything turned red. "Yeah... come here, sweet thing. Help me, please... I didn't do anything wrong..."
She was weak. She might have strong demon parents, but she herself was weak. If he could just get her in here, he could rip her to pieces. And when the rest of those moronic humans came back, he'd kill them all. Every last one of them.
"Whoooa, no. I don't think so. Hold the fuck up, Willow," another voice said, and he snarled as he watched Markus, that damned human that wouldn't STAY DOWN, grab her by the arm and tug her back. The bruises on his face and the bandages around his neck didn't satisfy him enough.
He laughed aloud, head rolled back. "Looks like I didn't kill you as finally as I'd hoped. Or did our lovely little wannabe healer save his busted little sex toy from Death's embrace again?"
Markus grit his teeth, wanting so badly to slice the demon's head off his body. He knuckles tightened around the knife he was holding. He didn't hate the demon as much as he used to, but this monster was another story. He would have killed him in a heartbeat if Bryant hadn't stopped him.
"Shut your bitch up," he told Bryant instead, walking Willow farther away from the trap as Connie walked into the room.
"Please be careful, dear," the medium told Willow, brushing hair from the young demon's face. "Daeven got hit with a nasty hex. He's... not quite himself, right now. He'd kill you without remorse. But we're going to fix him." Looking over her shoulder, she waved to the demon. "Hear that? We'll get you back soon."
Daeven snarled, but it died in something he'd never admit could only be a whimper. His eyes weren't fully black. "Get this thing the fuck off of me," he demanded. "Hurry the fuck up."
But his head snapped back and he screamed. When he looked over at Connie and Willow again, the dark smirk pulled at his lips. "I'd like to see you try, bitch."
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 5, 2014 14:49:25 GMT
Bryant wrinkled his nose. A few more minutes and that poor, stupid demon girl would have been in ribbons. It was pathetic to see a demon be so idiotic. "Don't be so damn stupid little girl. A hexed demon isn't shit to play with. Look at what he did to Markus." That was whne he tossed another look at markus. Contrary to popular belief or even how he spoke to the demon most times....that creature, that monster trapped there was the closest thing he'd had to a friend in the centuries he'd been bound to him. "Look if I could shut him the fuck up I would, okay? So are we gonna get that shit out of him or what?" The healer turned hunter growled at whoever he could.
"Lower your voice. This not your bar little boy. Your friend is getting his demon blood all over floor." Came the russian woman as she made her way down the stairs, bright red hair wild as she pumped her shotgun. "What you should be worried about, little boy, is finding bitch that did this." Her ice colored eyes settled on Bryant and he quieted in a way that, sometimes, only she seemed to be able to do.
She moved over to willow, setting the gun on the bar. "Child, do not be fooled. The man in there, is no man you know. Witches do bad things to demons when they hex.
She ran a hand over the beautiful medium's arm. "If anyone find way to get him back without killing him, it's Connie. These boys are idiots. If they don't kill him, they kill each other." She shook her head with a sigh.
Willow just watched, her heart pounding loudly in her chest. "W-would I be like that....if I was hexed? Will he really be okay? He looks like he's in so much pain...."
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Post by Shea on Jul 6, 2014 2:09:17 GMT
Markus ran a hand over his face, "Not likely," he told Willow. But he left it at that.
It was Connie that rolled her eyes at his vague answer. She placed her hand on Willow's shoulder. "What the socially inept boy is trying to say is that the hex targets the more... primal side of a person, or creature. Daeven's... well. Let's be honest. On his best day, he's barely civil. So it's affected him quite a lot. With a normal human, or even someone like you... you're be more prone to anger and maybe even a little violent, but nothing to this extent."
She walked over the a table set against a wall in the room, opening a thick book that creaked as it's spine was bent. "Now let's see... I admittedly haven't done this in awhile. It's sort of like an exorcism, but considering that is actually Daeven's body... well, maybe more like a cleansing... just not completely, seeing as how he's human..." She sighed. "He's going to scream. A lot. And possibly try to rip his skin off. It won't be pretty. Willow, you... may want to step out, okay?"
Daeven cackled from his place in the Devil's Trap. His eyes were pure black again, and his head was bent almost like his spine had snapped. "The only one going to be screaming is you, whore," he grinned. And then he looked to Willow. "Run, run, little girl. I'll come after you next."
"Shut the fuck up," Markus snapped, spraying Daeven with holy water.
"Ow, fuck! You fucker!" he hissed. He blinked, seeming to come back to himself again. "What the fuck are we still all standing around for? Move your asses!"
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 6, 2014 14:15:40 GMT
The russian patroness, looked over at the demon. "Such a fowl mouth. Remind me to slap his pretty face...when it's pretty again for saying fowl things to a lady." She walked around the counter, pulling a drink out of a mini fridge for the young succubus. "Here child. Take this and go home to your pretty mama. We take care of problem. He'll be fine...just have more character once the wounds heal."
Willow cupped the soda in her small hands, watching him intently. "But....doesn't he stand the chance of killing himself? Aren't you going to do anything to bind his hands?" Her brow furrowed as she looked over him. Willow didn't feel comfortable with this. She didn't feel comfortable with what was going on to begin with but...she definitely didn't feel comfortable knowing he could potentially maim himself while they stood outside the devil's trap trying to remove the hex.
"Let me help, please? I know I'm not as strong as him but I'm still a succubus. I can handle a lot, really....I want to help."She bit her lip. She wasn't stupid, she knew that monster wanted to rip her to pieces but...Daeven wasn't so bad, not really. She'd been around him enough to know he wasn't a BAD demon per say. If she honestly thought about it, he was no worse than Markus or Bryant.
"Kid, are you insane? Look, Daeven is a hell of a lot tougher than your pretty little self and he'll snap that sweet throat of yours in an insant. If he doesn't rip it to shreds so we can watch you bleed out." Bryant pushed past her, narrowing his eyes at the creature in the trap. He was the closest thing he had to a best friend, he'd saved his life but...if push come to shove he knew what had to be done. He didn't say it, but he really fucking hoped Connie was as good as she thought she was.
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Post by Shea on Jul 8, 2014 18:07:21 GMT
Markus frowned, stepping closer to Bryant to place what he hoped was a comforting hand against his lower back. He knew the other hunter would never admit it, but he cared about Daeven, just as Daeven cared about him. It was... an odd friendship, definitely, but if they truly didn't like one another, they'd have found a way to severe that binding or killed each other by now.
"Can't bind him," Connie said, fingers skimming over the old pages for the correct passage. "Rope isn't strong enough to hold him, and metal would interfere. We just... are going to have to be quick about removing the hex, before he can do any serious damage to himself." She looked up to Willow with a sad smile. "I know it doesn't sound like a good option, but it's the only one. You're young, yet, child... and don't know the darkness in this world. I would prefer to not be the one to shatter that innocence. Your mommas would never forgive me."
Daeven stayed quiet while they all spoke, but his gaze was on Bryant the entire time. There was a fear, in his dark eyes. Of the pain. Of losing himself to this. Of hurting someone in this room. Caution aside, they were... friends. Of a sort. Some of them, especially Markus, might drive him up a wall. But he didn't want to kill any of them. He especially didn't want to kill himself.
But that fear faded as the black in his eyes spread. "Remember the good old days, Bryant? When both of us used to live for the moment we ended the pathetic lives of those who stood against us? Shredding them to ribbons, laughing at their screams of pain..." His eyes flicker to Markus when he said, more quietly, "Fucking next to their corpses.."
Markus' hand shifted to Bryant's hip, fingers digging into the bone also possessively. Daeven smirked and looked back to his master. "Oh, then YOU used to scream. So much fire and anger in you, even as you demanded more from me. We could go back to that, Bryant. Have the world at our fingertips, invincible. Save me, like I saved you. Repay your debt to me."
"Shut. The. Fuck. Up," Markus growled, ignoring the danger. He stepped into the circle and kicked Daeven's body down, boot going to his throat to pin him to the floor. Daeven laughed at him.
"What's wrong, kitten? Can't stand that I can make him sing prettier than you'll ever be able to? That we've shared more than you ever will with him?"
Sneering, Markus poured holy water over the monster's face. Daeven screamed, fingers flailing for purchase against Markus' ankle, trying to push him away. But not trying to hurt him.
"Fuck, stop!" he cried. He choked on the water, blood bubbling from his throat. "Please!"
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 8, 2014 18:52:54 GMT
Willow's brows furrowed. She liked Connie, Connie was the calm in a family of chaos. She had manners were others lacked them, not out of rudeness but out of habit, and she had a tenderness where it had become a luxury instead of a necessity. Still, the young succubus couldn't just leave. Sure, she wasn't close friends with Daeven, she honestly didn't know all that much about him outside of the little she'd heard and the even smaller amount she'd learned from him.
She couldn't leave, and when she saw markus storm inside of the circle, she wanted to leave even less. The words he'd been spouting, that monster that had taken him over, were made to incite anger and jealousy. If not to make Markus just outright kill him, or do something foolish, to cause a rift. At first she made no move to say anything and niether did anyone else....until Daeven's flesh started crackling as holy water was spilled on him.
Even if she were just a succubus, she knew the pains of holy water. She could still remember the way it burned almost like acid. Just like she remembered how Viveka had knocked the hunter who had splashed her with it on his ugly ass and told him never to touch her girl again. It was the first time Willow had ever felt so much pain and so much happiness all at one time. But it was that memory that had her surging forward, screaming. "STOP IT MARKUS. STOP!" She would have ran forward, but Kseniya stopped her with a strong hand.
"No little one. It is best if you stay right here. Markus he lacks elegance but little healer boy will reel him in if he gets too excited." She said just before Bryant stormed into the circle, gripping markus's arm.
"Goddamnit Markus you know it's just the hex. He's trying to piss you off." Bryant growled, pulling him out of the circle and away from the demon that was his...friend, of sorts. Rage had bubbled up within him, and he almost wanted to slap Markus. Slap him for being stupid enough to go in there. But he didn't, knowing it would just feed into what the beast wanted. Instead he shook him going. "What the fuck were you thinking huh? He's not a damn kitten right now...and the holy water? Was that necessary? You know he was just trying to piss you off. Trying to get you to fuck up."
Willow's brows furrowed again. "A-are you sure he's going to be okay, connie? Between the hex and markus and bryant...." she bit her lip, almost trembling at the sight of the demon spitting up blood on the already stained floor.
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Post by Shea on Jul 8, 2014 19:04:41 GMT
Markus ripped his arm away from Bryant's grasp. He was breathing hard, so angry his vision was swimming. Hex or fucking not, not a word the demon said was a lie. It was like he was drunk; uninhibited enough to speak his mind and not put up a fake front. He was trying to get him to fuck up, trying to get out and kill them all. But he wasn't just spewing nonsense.
"Fuck this," Markus choked out. "Let me know if we need to burn a fucking body, because otherwise I don't give a fuck." He tossed the empty flask onto the floor and stormed out, murder in his eyes as he cast a last glance at Daeven's battered body.
Daeven watched him go, coughing up blood and clutching at his throat. He had no idea what he'd done to set the already-angry man off, but he couldn't say he was upset to see him go. Especially if this is what happened when the hex took over. He looked back to Bryant, pleading. "Come on. Let's go. PLEASE."
But Connie was the one that walked forward, book supported on her ample hip. "Yes, this needs to be done," she said calmly, like she didn't notice what had just happened. She stopped in front of Devil's Trap. "Everyone ready?" she asked.
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 9, 2014 1:49:11 GMT
Kseniya watched as the boy stormed away, and half expected to see steam puffing from his ears. He grew so hot under his collar when he was jealous. She could not blame him. How man hands had she stabbed a knife through for daring to touch Connie without her permission? The pretty medium could stand on her own two feet and was quite skilled...but Kseniya did not stand for touching women against their will nor people touching HER woman. Of course, a knife through the hand was enough to get the attention needed to teach them a lesson...but Markus had a tendancy to turn his jealousy into much more anger and more than a warning, especially where bryant was concerned.
"Stupid boy. If they just say the words they hold back them maybe the poor bastard in there wouldn't pay the price." The russian shook her red hair, giving her girlfriend a gentle touchto her lower back. "Do your work, darling. Let the boys squabble." She spoke as she watched Bryant storm off after his lover, casting a pained look to the demon before going upstairs.
Pushing open the door of the room they often kept when they crashed at the in, Bryant sighed. "Are you fucking happy with yourself, huh?" The healer snapped at first, before setting his jaw and runing a hand through his hair. "Look, I get that you're jealous. It's honestly fucking adorable when you aren't making the closest thing I have to a friend vomit blood all over Kse's floor." He walked across the room, gripping Markus' shoulders. "He's the closest thing I've had to a friend for fucking centuries and, to be honest, if it weren't for him I'd be dead or worse. My dad did a half ass job of bringing me back before going fucking batshit."
He gripped the other's chin, running a thumb over the little patch of facial hair he had there before looking into his eyes. "I only ever fucked him because it was convenient, alright? And I mean hell, you fucked my dad's new boy toy how many times? Just...calm the fuck down, babe, okay? I'm pretty fucking satisfied with you and I don't miss fucking him, at all." And with that, he moved to kiss him but stopped. "Can I kiss you before going to check on his stupid ass or are you going to punch me??"
Meanwhile, downstairs, Willow watched from where she was frozen, waiting for the spell to start, frozen in place.
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Post by Shea on Jul 9, 2014 2:52:09 GMT
Daeven watched his... friend go. It hurt, a little, to think that Markus had become more important. Especially when Markus had just poured holy water down his throat. But he had more important things to think about. Like how everyone left in the room turned their attention on him, and how he felt the red haze starting to creep back. "The idiots are smart. I'll have to kill them last, now," he snickered.
Connie sighed. "Most annoying," she said. She spoke to her lover. "Dae is right about one thing: those boys would make things so much easier on all of us if they'd just stop running like dogs with their tails between their legs over something like emotions." She shook her head. "Markus would make this go a lot faster. He's more versed in this language than I am, so his words would hold a little more power. Him helping me would make this go by a lot more quickly..."
By the time Bryant caught up to him, Markus had already cooled down, but was too ashamed to go back. He looked up when Bryant snapped at him, and anger flooded back. He almost started yelling, but when the healer-turned-hunter sighed and calmed, so did he.
He let him grip his shoulders, listened to him talk. Markus knew he was being pathetic. And he still couldn't stop himself. Seeing the way Daeven and Bryant interacted, like they'd lived thousands of lives together... it tore at him. He'd never share that with him. And even if he ever worked up the nerve to tell Bryant how he felt, how much he'd come to care for him, he knew the other man wouldn't take it well. It wasn't who he was. Honestly, it wasn't really Markus. Not anymore. Years ago, it had been. But now... not really. It was just his old personality trying to poke back in in a life that had no place for it.
The entire time Bryant spoke to him, he kept his head bowed, his outgrown bangs shadowing his face. He wasn't even really aware his eyes had gotten misty until Bryant caught his chin and almost kissed him. But instead of responding he turned away to hide his face again. "Yeah. I get it. Let's go. Daeven needs help."
He walked away from Bryant, his hands clenched into fists the entire way back to the basement. Connie had just finished lighting candles around the Devil's Trap when he arrived. He didn't speak, just strode over the book Connie craddled and looked over the passage.
But the words... they weren't for demons. This was a cleaning for a pure spirit. This was a cleansing rite for an ANGEL, for after they'd returned from a bloody fight with Hell or the killing of a sinner. He looked to the medium with confused eyes, but she stopped him from asking with a hard look. "Let's get this boy back in his right mind, okay?"
"Oh, you've come back. Did you cry again?" Daeven snickered. He was sitting cross-legged in the Trap, looking bored even with the blood running down his chin and staining his teeth. "You tend to do that a lot, in the middle of the middle, when Bryant isn't fucking you."
Markus ignored him. He'd only ever cried over the hunter once. And he'd never do it again. But the fact that Daeven was bullshitting made him grin. "You're scared now, you fucker, ain't ya? Because now you're spouting bullshit."
The smirk slipped from Daeven's lips for a second, and before he could get it back in place, Markus started the chant.
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 9, 2014 3:21:32 GMT
Bryant sighed out, cursing under his breath. They were both emotionally constipated, that much Bryant knew. Both for their own reasons. He hadn't talked to him about what had happened with his family or anything since the first time he had, his pride having been a little more wounded than Bryant ever wanted to admit. But, it did play a lot into how difficult it was for him to admit that it scared him to lose someone. He'd almost lost Markus..and made a foolish mistake, almost foolish anyhow...but Markus beign a fighter and the demon bond kept the dark from creeping into his mind as it had his father...it helped that he didn't often give into using those powers like his father had so frequently done in the past.
Maybe some day he'd tell him the story again, be honest with him about the pain that still tore at his chest. Maybe he'd tell him he was just scared that, after all the lifetimes he'd lived, he'd lose Markus, too. But fuck if he was doing it any time soon. He just didn't have it in him to admit. just as he didn't have it in him to do anything but walk down those stairs and lean against the doorframe as he watched. He watched his lover perform a chant that would save his friend's life, and hell...for all he knew it'd save his own. Bryant hadn't been much for finding out what would happen to him if they broke the bond.
Kseniya watched, her attention leaving the young succubus as she watched the horror that unfolded before them. Willow Stood there as long as she could, watching with a pained expression as he started to wail, caws ripping at his skin. "You can't just sit there and watch?" She look to the russian, biting at her lower lip. Were they just going to watch?
Mabe she was being foolish, but she couldn't. She couldn't just sit back and watch him tear at his flesh, his own 'friend' barely batting an eye at it. She slipped passed them, slipping into the circle infront of Daeven and fell to her knees. It felt weird knowing she couldn't get out, knowing she was now just as trapped as him, but she tried not to be afraid, tried not to feel the sickness rumbling in her stomach at the blood and wounds. Her white knee highs and pink skirt where already stained from the other's blood, so she didn't care as she grasped at his wrists, trying to pull them away from where his hands tore at his body.
"Dae...don't hurt yourself. It'll be over soon, okay. You'll be okay." She couldn't hold him for long, she knew that much, so Willow did possibly what looked like the most pathetic thing anyone could do but the best she kne how to stop him from hurting himself, and that was wrap her arms around him.
"what...is that girl doing. Viveka and Yvaine will shit themselves." Bryant pushed back from the door frame, running a hand over his face. He had to give it to the girl for trying to help but...god the were gonna be pissed.
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Post by Shea on Jul 9, 2014 3:37:38 GMT
Markus had to wonder if Bryant knew what Daeven had been. Connie had known. Bryant must have. They'd been together for so long. And he'd never told him. Never thought to mention that the beast that followed him around used to be the most pure thing in the world.
But he ignored the thoughts as Connie's voice joined his. He ignored Daeven's traumatic screaming. He even ignored Willow, as the stupid girl rushed inside the Devil's Trap. Now she was just as stuck as Daeven was, and if this didn't work, there would be no way to get her out without Daeven getting out.
Well. At least if that was the case, they'd all die. He'd rather been ripped to shreds by a mad fallen angel than by Yvaine and Viveka for allowing Willow to get hurt.
Daeven heard the chanting. He heard the screaming. It took him a while, to realize past all the pain, that HE was making those godawful noises. His entire body was being burned with acid and fire, only to have the most chilling ice creep up along his nerves. There were tears streaming down his face, blood on his hands, blood sizzling from a dozen open wounds that he was causing himself but couldn't stop.
He tore at his skin, at his face. "Let me die! Kill me! Bryant!!" he begged. There was nothing worth this. Nothing.
And suddenly there were soft words over the chanting, there were cool hands and a soft body pulling him close. He fell against Willow. And it was Willow. That stupid, selfless girl. She'd gotten herself trapped in here with him, when he could have so easily killed her.
"Make it stop!!" he screamed at her, forcing his arms to lay at his sides. Because he knew his claws would tear her open if he touched her.
And the pain wore on, and on, and on.
When it stopped, when the chanting stopped, Daeven heard himself sob once more before blackness fell over his mind.
Markus sighed wearily, leaning heavily against the wall as Daeven collapsed against Willow. Connie had fallen to her knees. Exhausted, he slumped to the ground. "There," he croaked. God, he needed sleep. And a drink. He could still hear Daeven's screams rattling inside his skull. "It's done. Get them the fuck out of there."
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 9, 2014 3:59:43 GMT
Willow held him, let him scream and beg and cry. She pet a gentle hand over his hair, soothing him as her mothers had soothed her when her heart had been broken, when she hurt from the hunger but ignored it. She couldn't know the pain of what he felt then, but maybe, even for a demon, her arms and the soft touch and even softer words would help. "It'll be okay....It'll be over soon, Daeven."
When it was, when his body collapsed against hers, she wasn't sure how long she sat there covered in his blood, holding the poor demon, and petting over whereever the wounds were not.
It was, eventually, Kseniya's voice that broke the trance she'd put herself into, the place she'd seemingly drifted in those moments. "Come child. It's over now." The words still sounded distant, but she turned, arms holding Daeven and took in the room around her once more. Brant was watching her from where he'd helped his lovre from the cold floor, handing him a flask of..whatever the brew was. His gaze wasn't harsh, but she almost thought it was an unspoken...thank you? The russian and the medium Were close, Kseniya had an arm rapped about a slender aist and as supporting the dreaded woman.
"Come, love." Her accent was thick as she offered herself to the other to help her walk up the stairs. "Time for you to rest."
Everyone had someone they were wantng to look after, but here she was with Daeven still in her arms. She felt bad for him and a twinge of guilt stirred in her heart. Did he really have NO ONE that would rush to his side to make sure he was okay? Sure, Bryant cared, but he had Markus...If she hadn't been here, would they have just left him in his own blood in that circle? Frustration gnawed at her and she Stood up on shaky legs, pulling him up with her.
"Come on, Dae...Let's get you cleaned up, okay?" Her voice was gentle, and she paid no mind to the stains on her dress or the demon's nudity as she walked him through the basement and into the bathroom, trying her best not to stumble as she supported the much more massive man.
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