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    Kings grin turned higher up on his cheeks and he gave a slightly glance over his to his brother as he held tightly onto her arm before hearing his brother, he turned to him slightly, the unblinking eyes pointed towards the other male's direction. He laughed heartily and showed his teeth slightly, the black and shiny gums catching on the light ever so often when he tilted his head. "Of Course Chronicles! As Long as You Gather the Others Skin!" He growled in an almost disturbingly playful fashion, he soon started to dig his fingers once more under another large piece of already slightly opened skin again before stopping slightly, and felt the glass object get pulled quickly out of the empty eye socket. There was no flinch, no blood and just a darker grin as he turned fully back to the black haired female and saw the marble in her hand, figuring she must have pulled it out in self defense. (Yes, Kaya did agree to everything XD) and his smile just turned up higher, nearly smiling ear to ear. He suddenly flicked another piece of skin upwards to pull it off, the now almost blob like thing morphed around his hands once more and he quickly did the same to the other large chunk of the skin, dragging it between his teeth for a moment before suddenly stopping, and staring now full on at Jay, he gently grinned before chuckling "You Have to Try Better Than That Animal! Don't You Agree Chronicles?" He purred though he was in full latin, his voice filled to the brim with almost flamboyant poison as he quickly located the female with his voice, which allowed the sound waves to quickly bounce back.



    Milo smiled brighter, before flicking his hair away slight, staring at where the food used to be before looking almost disappointed. At the quick movement of her hand he flinched, ducking down slightly before feeling the more careful touch, he then rose up to meet it, his eyes curved up with joy as he shut his optics slightly, letting out an almost joyful chirp. "Alright! Can I Keep You?" He asked, shaking the longer locks to the more front of his face, he was much more used to 'being owned' by the handlers, but he figured if she wanted to own him, he should do the same to her.

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    Chronicles releases the girl, golden blood bubbling from the cuts on his palm and he quickly liked it away smiling. He stood there for a moment clicking his tongue trying to find where the animal girl had run off to.
    "Yes indeed my brother. I am still well." He chuckles softly. His laughing quickly fades when he starts to notice a presence in front of him. He hisses sensing the power. He spats barring his teeth.
    "Brother...We have company." He says in a bitter venomous tone. He jumps quickly into the air so he hovered over the angel scum. He could always recognize the stupid twins sent. They always came with that annoying little virtue too! He hated all of them with a passion. He completely disregards Jay seeming to be more focused on the three figures in the smoke in front of him. He tilts his head his smile distorted and twisted by the shadows on his face. His arm glowed a brighter crimson color and his hair floated around him.


    The figure in the fading haze was hard to miss. He had long cherry red hair and strange neon eyes that glowed with fury. He was obviously a short man but his wings made him look ten times bigger. His entire frame glowed with power and a creepy little smile spread across his face. His legs where laced up with beautiful and well crafted sandals and he wore a white toga. His entire appearance screamed angel. His eyes seemed to stick out due to the eyeliner he wore as well. He gave a soft giggle holding a massive spear in one hand.
    "The demon twins..." His voice was silvery and low. He almost seemed to talk down at them even though he was tiny compared to them. He glances over at his brother. He knew Ying hated him so, but they always stuck together. If Yang and Ying weren't so evenly matched one of them would be dead at this point. He looked over to the little frame next to Ying. It was the virtue Charity but he went by Atlas. The young boy defiantly took after his father aside from his hair and build. He stood an inch lower than Ying with almost the same face yet his seemed to show no anger or hatred. Mostly sorrow despite usually being a cheerful virtue. He wore a black hoodie and jeans. His hair was a light green peridot color. He had a smaller build than his father. It looked like more of a scrawny build. He looked tired but the boy hardly got rest. Almost every second was spent with his father. It was a long story... Atlas's violet orbs met Yangs. He quickly looked away sheltering behind ying staying quite and observant.


    "Of coarse you can!" Mal squeaks. She was acting really weird at this point. Besides Uriel and Celest no one had been so kind. Sure Eron gave her back her memories but he was still creepy and he licked her face... Ew. But Milo seemed to hit her straight in the heart. He was irresistibly cute like a little puppy.
    "You can stay here too..." She paused. It was overwhelmingly crowded in the house at this point. She pauses hearing loud footsteps. It was more of a metal clicking noise. Spencer walked into the kitchen along with Levy. Spencer wore her armor again and some of her hair was put into little braids and pressed to the sides of her head so they rested behind her ears. She looked like she was about to kill someone but she still winced with every step. She lifted an eye brow at Milo and looks back to Mal.
    "Oh hey Angel lady... and handsome gay dude."


    Spencer didn't laugh at Malachys silly greeting. She lifted her chin crossing her arms over her armored chest.
    "I am afraid I cant stay here any longer... This place is infested with demons." She rests her hand on the hilt of her golden sword her emerald eyes piercing Malachys blue ones.
    "Levy is taking me to the warehouse. I suppose some of you can come if you desire to do so. We leave tonight... But i am pretty sure Levy will want to return to see his... lover." Levy grins sheepishly is face hueing a pink color. He elbows Spencer muttering something through his teeth and she rolls her eyes.
    "I don't know if the demon puppy should come though..." She stared up at him with a hint of disgust. Levy seemed to stare at him recognizing him. He narrowed his eyes and looked away.


    Coleten literally cracks up when she says demons aren't real. He grabs his gut catching his breath and wiping tears from his eyes.
    "Ohhh Harper you are funny... Demons are everywhere dear." He flicks his lavender hair revealing a few stitches on his ear lobes aswell. He smiles warmly. He knew very well she was serious when she claimed that demons weren't real which made the male luagh more than he should have.
    "You should go gravelooting- I mean- you should go to dinner with me sometime!" He giggles folding his hands together. At this point she probably thought he was bipolar but he was just being himself... Usually girls got weirded out when he asked them to grave loot with him so he decided to change it up this time. Gravlooting was a strange hobby but it sure was fun! (XD)

    Kings stopped immediately, and nearly threw Chenoa back to the ground. "Indeed we do." He spat, and he carefully pulled the pipe back out, the tattoos shrunk back, hanging and bubbling around his arm as a small pool of the females blood was left on his hand. With that, he slowly poured it into the larger end of the object, and a small puff of the stranger colored smoke went through the air once more. He gripped the churchwarden tightly between his teeth and lips as he smiled, pulling it out as he studied the three new figures. It had been at least one hundred years since he had seen the other twins, and at that point Ying hadn't been looking to well, but that was before his final stage of insanity broke loose. With that he glanced over in the general direction of his own twin in a same grimace and smile mixed face, he carefully reached back to release the bun on top of his head, letting the rest of the light blue hair to go cascading down his back, he fought better with all his hair down (FAB). With that he started to approach, not using his echolocation at that second and instead just getting ready to attack, shifting around gently as the mass hovering around his arm seemed to swell slightly, glimmering the different colors of the galaxy as it moved around almost like a hungry creature.



    Ying stopped, he didn't say anything at his brothers words, not even glancing towards him. The male adorned a neck high almost button down shirt, it was bright white and outlined with gold and had satin buttons moving down from the very top of the halfway split down. Instead of a robe like object, he instead had white pants also, that tightened heavily at the ankles and half way up his shins, the rest of it looser. But, the whole outfit looked to pretty for him really, the man was slightly hunched over, his hair was messily cut about half way down his ears in length, and the wings he beheld was wrapped tightly behind his back, as close as he could get to hiding them, what he really needed to be in was a straight jacket. The neon optics where dull and had no shine against them, but flickered with an explosion of anger ever so often. A scythe about five inches taller than him stuck out against his daintier, angel like frame and the male gave a slight glance back over at his son, and his eyes narrowed slightly, he stumbled slightly forward, and it was obvious there was a very slight limp in his left leg.
    He growled something completely in and out of English and Latin, looking almost drunk, though that was clearly not the case either as he took his own finger and bit into the side of it, so much that it drew blood in pure anger. After years and years, Yang still understand that he despised him, and that his twin meant nothing to him anymore, neither did his own children, one brought the rest of him to hell when he died, and the others where worthless and sure to do the same to him, they all would... all except Charity, the younger male was the only one who was good and could actually save him, he was the only thing he actually loved, the only person that he even remotely cared about, the only thing he would never hurt or even come close to raising his hand to slap him. But his attention soon turned to the other four quickly, his eyes glaring daggers. "Stay With me Charity. You Might be Brought to Hell Next." Believe it or not, that was as normal as you could get from Ying, and not to mention he was almost slipping into English again, and his words where through gritted teeth and a slurred tongue.




    Milo looked amazingly happy by this and then quickly stopped as the others entered, standing up so fast he nearly knocked over at the table and tripped slightly before turning over to study them with wide, yellow eyes. He quickly narrowed onto Spencer before pricking up to study her, already feeling slightly edgy around the female as he watched her before slowly approaching, tilting his head to the side slightly before he almost nervously turned around back to the table to pick up another plate to turn around and slowly hand Spencer. Though he was taller then her, he looked on edge, for the holy waves coming off her made him wonder what kind of creature she was. But it soon came together when Mal said it straight out, he soon sat back down, now studying Levy intensely.



    It didn't take Eron long to arrive after the two walked into the room. The male slowly moved behind Levy, gently wrapping his arms around the other males lower torso and held him closer, reaching forward to gently take the man's ear between his teeth, pulling back slightly before finally taking his mouth away from his head. While he still gently wrapped his arms around Levy's chest he smirked at the female next to him, giving a very slight chuckle as he slightly flicked his bangs out of the way. "Sweetie, I Don't Think You Understand, Wherever You Guys Are Going we Are, Under Orders Darling, Sorry, no Getting Rid of us." with that he glanced over at Milo and Mal and gave a darker smile. "I See You Found my Hound." He purred happily, already seeing that the other male was a very tame beast, but that could easily change it if need be.

    -Harper started shifting her cards around faster and with a certain sharpness that showed that she didn’t exactly like being laughed at. Then he offered to go grave looting with her and she stopped moving her cards altogether as she stared at him. He did change what he was saying, but it was easy to tell that he meant to say grave looting. She sighed and crossed her legs as she looked at him. “What exactly do you want with me? No one is ever this nice unless they have a motive.”
    She didn’t feel extremely comfortable staying here especially since she knew that the other group of people were still near, but she also knew that she couldn’t just leave without him doing anything to stop her.


    -Jay felt overwhelmed, why did she always have to end up in these situations? Then the man holding Chenoa tossed her to the ground so Jay ran over. She skidded to a halt her knees getting scraped on the ground. “Girl!” She shouted, not knowing exactly what her name was. “Just heal yourself like you healed me! You’ll be fine!” She set her hands on the girl’s shoulders, then she glanced over at the others and became super confused. There seemed to be three angels, the same height as her and some shorter standing there watching the two men who smelled horrible, but also like nothing at the same time. She wanted to kill them, but she knew she couldn’t so instead she flattened her ears to her head and gritted her teeth as she tried to help Chenoa and watch the others at the same time.

    Charity shrinks back behind his father. How negative of him to remind his son that he would go to hell. He peers over his fathers shoulder at the demons one seemed to be staring at him and the other was blind folded. Both gave off a creepy vibe. It was especially creepy that ones lips were stained crimson from blood. He was also smoking a strange pipe. Charity's violet orbs drift away and he lets out a small yawn. He just wanted to sleep.


    "why don't we just get this over with shall we?" Yang growls his neon he flickering between the two demon twins. He flattens his wings to his back glancing over at his brother once more. He groans running his fingers through his own silky hair.
    "You better help me brother. For the sake of Charity." he hisses. He always used Charity as an excuse but he knew his brother only loved the Greek haired boy. Every other child of his was neglected and abused. It was wrong and terrible. Not to mention in fair. Charity perks up behind his father his eyes wide and innocent. They narrow his expression looking flustered instead of sad. Yang ignores this whipping out his spear spinning it in his palm causing it to make a soft 'whoosh' noise.


    Chronicles glances over at his brother tilting his head his smile still plastered to his face. You would think it would hurt smiling so much.
    "I don't know brother. Shall we accept the challenge?" he giggles pulling on part of his shoulder and the satin sash reappears in his hand, his arm returning to its normal state. He puts it on the opposite arm this time the big blobby thing was bigger and scarier. He chitters darkly and sticks out his weird multicolored tounge mockingly.


    Spencer gives out a long sigh pointing a long finger at Eron.
    "Well if you try to hurt anyone there shall be consiquensis." She hisses her voice was full of venom and annoyance. She looks over at malachy who stood next to Milo.
    "You shouldn't trust a demon girl." She snaps flicking her hair to the side. She studies the plate in her hand and chucks it back at Milo. It shatters on his head and she rolls her ermerald eyes turning to look at She looks at Levy who was ozzling over Eron looking love struck as always. She grabs his arm harshly making him complain.
    "I'll be in the ship.." She says simply leaving the room trying to pry Levy away from Eron.


    Levy of coarse was blushing brightly when he got some love from Eron. He already adored this man who was practically a stranger. Maybe they were soul mates? He doubted it. He doesn't struggle when Spencer drags him away. She would probably pull his hair if he did. He simply blows a kiss at Eron giggling when he heard Mal shout "Gaaaaay" in the background.


    Malachy frowns at Spencer.
    "Whatever. He is cute and nice!" She grabs his hand her face turning pink but she didn't care.
    "And he is mine! Cmon Milo!" She barks dragging him away from the rest of the crowd. She swears under her breath. There was no way she would give up the first friend she has made. Well some where close to her first friend. Spencer was just a butt hurt bitch!

    Ying suddenly stopped, heaving the weapon so quickly up he nearly dropped it and quickly held it up to his brothers neck. "Don't Bring Charity Into This You F*ck! You Smell Like Blood Like the Rest of us!" What he said made no sense, and really, nothing he very really did from the mans mouth, but he soon placed the scythe down, digging the bottom into the ground. He didn't want to have to talk to Yang, but he had brought the almost scolding on himself when he had dared to being up his most precious son, and jewel of his life. He shakily ran a hand through his hair, shifting the wings before stepping forward, resting the large ,metal object on his shoulder. He then made sure Charity was closer and safe, gently wrapping his wing slightly around his son, keeping him tighter to his side, he would just take the anger out on others when they got back, for the temper he had was now as thin as a hair from the once large rope that was here before. He decided to help anyways however, the other twins where already driving him crazy, and whoever the bloody haired and darker females where his next targets afterwords, victims or not. (My God XD)


    Kings grinned, the energy coming off the other two where tense, shaky and making the air tight with tension. "Ha! They Must be in Worse Shape Then we Thought!" he purred, able to locate the two once more as he stepped forward, the lightness in his feet hinting at what kind of fighter he was. He then nodded at his brother, running a smooth hand under his chin until he took the pipe and blew out of it again. "Of Course! As Long as You Promise Not to Loose Your Own Eyes. The males voice became denser at this, signaling that he did not wish for his sibling to get harmed, for he did truly adore Chronicles, for nearly the same reasons that his kin loved him, and that was the reason he gave him his eyes, and so he didn't wish for Chronicles to loose his own. With another step he carefully took off the piece of cloth also before simply adjusting it now around his right wrist, the almost creature like thing perked up by this and moved over to the place where the satin was held and quickly clung on. It started to change shape now, long and steel looking as it formed into an almost sword like object.



    Milo cried out by this, not by pain but by surprise as the plate shattered against his head. It stung ever so slightly but he quickly turned to face Spencer as she left again, slightly turned back, as if he was in an almost permanent flinch. He suddenly felt a hand meet his own and quickly stood up as if on command, trying to keep up with her pace without stepping on her heels either, and as they passed the angel he shyed away, staying closer to Mal in a halfway tense, halfway protective stance, perhaps this was the person he was assigned to. But, he had also never seen her in the army, but then again the only savvy he really did see was Aki, when brought in shorter trips to the dungeon. He hovered over the female slightly, tightening his grip quickly around her hand, his optics large and round as he managed to keep on eye on the mass of white hair and where the red headed female was also.



    Eron grinned as Levy got pulled away before just simply grasping his ax and teleporting in front of the two again. "What Kind of Consequences?" He purred before just simply walking forward, leaning the object against the wall before grasping Levy's waist again hugging him tighter to pull him away slightly to hopefully dislodge the two, before gently resting his chin on the other mans shoulder, gently looking over at the female. "Come on Sweetie, Can't You Share Something?" He chuckled, carelessly moving his hands to rest just below the back of Levy's neck his face partly hidden by the mans thicker black hair. He wasn't really sure oif he was even testing Spencer anymore or just trying to tempt Levy again. He figured it was mixture of both, as he found it slightly entertaining to see how flustered they both got in different ways as he gently tightened his grip around the black haired males back and chest.

    -Chenoa managed to calm herself down enough to understand what Jay was saying. She then placed her hand on her exposed muscle, before going through the process doctors would take to heal the skin, and it slowly began to close. As soon as her skin was fully back she looked and saw Jay crouching mostly in front of her and between all the new people
    She didn’t get why this new girl was being so nice to her, because if she was telling the truth she probably would have just run away, but this girl seemed to want to make sure she was okay. Then Chenoa saw her ears and tails and became a little frightened. This girl wasn’t normal, that was easy to tell.


    -Jay didn’t know what she was doing. She had the strong sense that she needed to run, but at the same time she had the overwhelming sense to stay and make sure everything was okay. She hated that. She was terrified and just wanted to run, but she still had the stronger sense that she couldn’t. (XD I suck at explaining but she’s really loyal)
    She felt her claws wanting to come out and attack, but once again she knew that if she even got near any of them she would probably die. She hates these situations, so she didn’t understand why it was always her who gets stuck in them.
    (none of my other characters are relevant, so yeah, also my muse sucks sorry)

    "I don't have a motive. I am just lonely." "And I care about savvies well being." he mutters the Last part under his sentence. His gaze shifts away for a moment and he flicks his hair to the side. She was either playing hard to get or she was creeped out by his odd appeance and creepy personality... Probably the second one... He just wanted some friends. He tended to get lonley. Plus was a savvy and a pretty girl! Two awesome things in one! Not that he only wanted to be friends with savvies and pretty girls. Pretty girls are just fun to talk to. Savvies were just easier to bond with and they won't tear you apart right away unlike Demons or Angels. Here was always a risk with humans aswell. A few glimpses run through Coletens brain and his smile falters.
    "By the way it is a pleasure meeting you Harper!" His tone chirps up musically. The thoughts still ran through his brain. They didn't depress him... They were just disturbing. You see Coleten was a lab rat for humans. He was one of the few captured savvies. He never knew his parents so they had no place in his memory. His brain was just flushed with images of needles and strange liquids benign injected to his skin. There were many blood samples too. Oddly enough Coleten didn't put up a fight. He enjoyed having some sense of people being around him instead of being isolated alone. They finally released him. He wasn't needed anymore for unknown reasons.. They say they discoverd a powerful being of more importance. He didn't think twice about it. He just sadly left. They supported him with a home and food. They stopped supporting for him after awhile leaving him to fend for himself. This is where he started to feel more and more isolated and alone. He developed a habit of making small incisions in his flesh and stitch them up. He also developed a hobby of grave looting. He would sell the items he collected for money to live off of. Somewhere in this odd life Coleten still found courage. Like someone had been feeding it into him and watching over him... (FORESHADOWING HUEHUE) It was all a blur to him... But he still was disturbed by these thoughts in a way.
    (Sorry I forgot to post Kaya!!)


    Yang looked unphased to his psycho brothers response. He hardly flinched. It was kinda sad. He was so used to his brothers brash mood that he wouldn't even react anymore. He sighs glancing over at Charity who looked like he was going to get squashed by his fathers wing. He still had that little grown on his face and he twiddled his thumbs. Yang shoots a look at his brother then pushes himself in the air so he was flying. His wings made blaring noises due to the giant feathers objects being so large. He thrusts forward his spear breaking and swiveling around with the chain still keeping it all together. He aims towards Kings giving a brisk chuckle. Like most Angels, he enjoyed fighting. The only combat that didn't bring him happiness was with his own kind. Or even worse his own brother. He stays quite and gracefull watching his opponent for his attack.


    Chronicles gives out a chirpy giggle.
    "You two have a terrible relationship. I am so happy to have my brother. He was generous enough to gouge his own eyes out for me!!" he jumps up and down tweeting almost as if he was innocent. His grin frantically darkens as if he was bored. He eyes Charity and Ying as if he was expecting one of them too attack. He watches the other angel twin make his move on Kings. He pouts with envy.
    "No fair! Attack me!" He barks at Ying whipping his crimson black arm at him making Atlas flinch back and give a little yelp. Chronicles giggles. He lived hearing people scream in terror. It was like music to his little demon ears.


    Levy gives off a soft giggle turning to meet Erons grasp so Erons hands where now around his back. He wraps his own hands around the males neck leaning in to kiss him. This was so unmanly but Levy didn't give a shit. Just before he could give him a smooch Spencer dislodges there tight grasp on each other. He gasp watching my her in terror as she bites off the other males ear. He yells his deep voice booming. He finally managed to pry her away from him and slaps her continuously.
    "Spencer?! Why?!" He was confused and angry at the Angel. My is amber eyes flared in sadness towards his friend.


    Spencer's eye twitches with anger when Arron steals Levy away again. She had every right to be angry. To start, her wing got ripped off a few days ago, second Eron tried to harass her twice, and thirdly Levy came to take her home and ended up banging Eron. Part of her wanted to cry and the other wanted to scream in anger. She feels her anger swell up in her gut giving her a tense burning sensation. Her face redens aswell. Sure she was pretty upset when Aki tore off her wing but something about Wron made her even angrier. She grabs him by the color and gets really close to him. Now she was defiantly losing it. Her next move seemed like something a psycho path would do. She whisks Erons hair to the side exposing his ear. All of Levys shouts were muffled by rage and wrath. She clamps down on his ear feeling the flesh break under her teeth. The metal taste of blood floods her mouth as she tears the ear further more. Levy had to yank her away and slap her at least three times before her senses came back. She gasped spitting out all the blood onto the nice flooring. Her eyes widen and her mouth hangs open. She looks at Levg who looked pissed off. She feels her face redden and her eyes swell. Tears gush from her emerald optics as she curses at herself.
    "I--..." She couldn't find any words. She swings open the door to the front porch and bursts out swiftly climbing onto the roof to shelter in the ship. She couldn't look at Levy. What she had done, was awful. (and that my friends is Spencer's breaking point. I am gonna go cry now.)


    Malachy stops in the living room turning Milo to face her. She looked upset and scared.
    "She shouldn't have done that I am sorry." She lets go of his hand and brushes the glass shards out of his thick mane. She was just happy to get him away from the insane angel. She had to stand on her tippy toes to check for any damage done to his head. Everything looked ok. She sighs in releif. She could hear the comotion in the other room but she decided to avoid it at all costs. It didn't sound so good... Plus her main concern right now was Milo. She sits down her expression saddened.
    "You should leave this place. Maybe it's too dangerous for you." As much as Mal wanted to she knew she couldn't leave without Jay and Celest. It would be kinda heartless if she did. They were the two that brought her here in the first place and she was grateful for there generosity. She Began to wonder where Cat girl had run off to again. She hoped eveything was ok.
    "But if you want to stay I guess your always welcome. It isn't like you can ditch you mission."

    Ying stopped, watching his brother start before gripping his own weapon, letting his opponent attack first, and as he did, he raised the spar like point, and thrusted it down towards the ground, hoping to catch the fiery like object within the sharp tool, that was his main goal, it wasn't anything thought through, nothing he did was anymore, he had learned a long time ago that strategy was the thing that would plan your way to hell to never return. He suddenly released his grip on Charity, giving a sideways glance back at his son before bracing himself for another attack, he had nearly forgotten how to fight the twins, he had often went against Kings due to their slightly different fighting styles, but just felt like he needed to kill something today, and with that, he guided his son a few feet away with one of his larger sets of wings before spreading them out, bunching up his legs before jumping up, the wind catching underneath the feathers as he took off also, the strange metal outlining the large objects seemed to have no effect on his flying, as he quickly used the air to guide himself quickly higher up before just simply moving around Chronicles, somehow keeping on eye on Charity also, just praying that his dear child wouldn't turn out stupid and get himself into trouble. "I Tried to Take Yang's Eyes Once, But Then I Didn't, They Looked Like Hell Itself Every time I Tried!" He nearly screamed in a hissed fashion, the feathers turning on their edges slightly. His voice was still shaky and a few words slipped into English as the sentence made basically no literal sense as he nearly threw himself at the other male slipping the scythe half way up his arm to hold in place as he raised it slightly, taking a sharp turn as he eagerly moved it down towards the man's head, just hoping to hit something, and it made one wonder if he actually cared or not.



    Kings laughed, the former tattoos now hardening (Thats what she said) into a sword like shape as he shot it up (Thats what she said #2) to hold it between both his hands, narrowly stopping the spear from stabbing him as he quickly brought the weapon down, trying to make the angel shoot towards the ground instead. "Ha! Indeed! It's Been a Long Time Since I've Seen You Yang!" He purred, managing to say it rather normal even with the pipe in his mouth, and he hoped the echolocation wouldn't fail right now, that could cost him his life, and he was rather positive that Chronicles wouldn't be happy about that.



    Despite Chenoa and Jay being nearly in the middle of a battle field, it was almost hard to see the smaller figure approach through the dust and dirt around the area. It only took one more moment for the shadow to turn human, and quickly look at the two steadily. The boy looked about fourteen, with thick, fiery red hair and freckles dotting across his face, his eyes where a shiny, cat like yellow, much like the one Milo beheld, but one had larger, almost scar like patterns over it, making him squint heavily in the one optic. On the opposite side was a very large wing, holding the darker colors of dragon fire opal outlined with a bright gold, and on this gold there seemed to be hoops and almost earing like objects piercing it. He was holding a gun tightly in his hand, which he slipped underneath the white shirt he was wearing to attach it to a leather belt. "Come Over Here, Hurry, Otherwise I Don't Know if my Father or the Other Twins Will Kill You First." He almost spat, and while he looked young, his eyes beheld a much older age, hardened to a stone cold and almost wise looking glimmer that shone brightly over the yellow like a glaze. He soon turned heel, starting to walk off, not even giving a glance back to see if they where following. They where putting themselves into a lot of danger just standing there, and so, Prudence just decided to come down, get the two to safety, and then remove himself from the area once more. He then supposed that his brother, however aggravating could come and take them back to where they belonged.



    Eron suddenly stopped, smiling happily at the oncoming kiss before feeling himself get ripped away, his body hardly tensing from the lack of acknowledgement as she pulled him back. Yet, while the male had a hard time feeling psychical pain, it was close enough to his mind that it actually managed to burn like someone was holding a match up to his ear, or really, where it used to be. Not to mention, her mind finally bending to the point of bursting made his own mental state plummet slightly and he fought back the urge to cry out, though he did wince away. Blood quickly started to fill his ear, and the intact one was ringing purely by shock, he couldn't hear anything really, one being so filled with his own blood and the other sounding like a massive bell was inside harboring in his ear drum. He quickly tilted his head, letting the red coloring slowly drip out, and it quickly flooded its way down his chin and neck, and he gently put his hand up to where the larger wound was, straightening himself out slightly as he watched her walk away.
    Every time someone hit their breaking point Eron always wondered when he would reach his, his basic job was to push others off the edge like he just did to Spencer. But, it still nagged him about who would finally break him, and how, the reaction he would have, and what it would bring him to. His brain suddenly felt heavy and it burned strongly by her thought process collapse in it'self, making him back into the wall slightly before sitting down heavily against the plaster, the pain only growing by levy's blocked mine before he finally managed to grip himself, letting a deep breath before reaching up and grasping the other male's trench coat, pulling on it with a large force, trying to carefully, yet firmly bring him down next to him.



    Milo winced slightly as she felt through his hair, but as she sat down he stayed standing for a moment. at what she pointed out he slowly sat down on the floor before laying down on his side against the flooring, now taking his hand to gently start playing with her shoes. "I Can't, I've Been Assigned to Eron." He said, with a slight cock of his head, and he gently stared up at her, carefully feeling his palm gently against her ankle gently, before sitting up suddenly, carefully getting on the couch and stretching out, placing a pillow underneath his head before resting it on Mal's lap (Oh Milo XD), he carefully pressed against her, letting out a soft and almost exhausted sounding sigh.


    (I'm Half Asleep So... XD)

    Chronicles pulls his wip away in he nic of time before the weapon can Peirce to the ground. Chronicles looked a little confused cocking his head and staring at Yang. He rolled over to the side to miss the Angels second attack but he got a fine lined scratch on his back. He slashes the arm and it shapes like a deformed battle axe. Before he attacks the angel he scratches his head in thought.
    "I remember them being a lot more experienced when fighting! Are you rusty angel?" He turns his arm in a 360 circle with look extremely weird since the axe was really attached to a joint on his body. He finally hacks the glowing weapon at on of the Angels wings aiming to cut it off. Since the angel wasn't like other Angels he could probably grow it back right away but this didn't matter to the demon twin. He just wanted to see people in pain. He cackles watching the angel closely before a brings down his arm.
    "You should have jut pulled out the eye and given in to me! I would have offered you something in return!"


    "Yes. I find it nice to see you two again. I admit I envy you two." he wasn't Lieing. He truly my jealous of the demon twins. They had such an unbeatable bond it was kinda sad for yang to see it. All he wanted was his normal brother back but he knew he was gone forever. He washes the thought out of his head giving a sour look. Yang aims the spear at the demon launching it forward, the handle still in his grasp. The spear rides along the chain zipping toward the demon man. He waited for him to doge the attack. At this point he was just toying with him.


    Levy quickly fell to sit next to Eron hugging the male in his firm arms. He uses the sleeve of his coat to whipe away the blood on the mans neck carful not to touch his ear.
    "I am so sorry Eron." He mutters his silvery toon clearer than it had been before. A pang of quilt and stress washes over him. Spencer lost her mind. This wasn't the big angel he knew. Shure she was stern and straight to the point but she still had a sweet bubbly side. She had changed so much and now she was biting off people's ears. He could understand that angels and demons had bad blood but he would have thought Spencer would have handled this better.
    "Can you even hear me?" He says a big louder.


    Mal smiles her face hiring a pinkish color. More from happiness than embarrestment. She pets Milos fluffy hair. She honestly wanted him to stay. He was a sweet person.
    "Your a good puppy friend." She smiles enjoying her new nickname. It would probably confuse him but she didn't care. She glances around curios to when Othes, Pepper and Celest would return.

    Ying didn't respond, just letting out a low hiss, but as the ax like structure came down he desperately pulled back, the glowing almost fiery object lodged itself in his wing, but he was glad that the melded metal across the outlining wing, managing to slow it down to the point where it didn't go all the way through, only about part way which he quickly landed with almost all four limbs, holding the scythe tightly until he brought it up, making it collide with the attackers weapon, bracing himself for the harder push down. His eyes glowed with a furious fire, and he let out an almost scream like noise as he pushed back, forcing his injured wing closer to his body despite the fiery pain to heal better. He still didn't respond, the white and gold boots dug into the ground until he finally just threw his arms up, managing to get out from underneath the object.



    Kings grinned at this, glancing over for only one second in Ying's direction. "Ha! Its a Shame he Finally Snapped! Don't you Agree? he snarled, the words just giving enough time to pick up the spear being thrown straight at him. Yet, instead of dodging, he reached out a hand, the blade dissapearing and the mass reforming at his wrist as he instead grasped the weapon centimeters from his face, carefully starting to yank it back.



    Eron grinned, letting out a slight chuckle as he gently wrapped his arms around Levy's back, pulling him closer to his face gently. His hearing was starting to fade back and by what he said he gently ran a hand down the other males back. "There's no Need to be." He said with a slight almost amused sounding sigh "I Don't Think You Know How Much Worse I've Been Through Sweetie." He purred gently, knowing that being so close to someone with a locked shut mind and having his mental defense down it could be dangerous to the point where it might even give the black haired man pain also, something he might not actually want to do. But suddenly, he felt a slight pang of guilt wash through him, how strange. Never before had he felt even remotely bad for breaking someone from another person and to the point where they snapped. Maybe Eron felt worse about needing to betray Levy later on, another thing he was confused about, plenty of people had fallen for him before just because the blue and red haired man pretended that screwing them was the best thing he had ever done, why was this different? His once relaxed face looked slightly troubled and he just brought Levy closer, halfway laying on the floor as he wrapped his arms nearly as tight as he could, carefully running his fingers almost in a caring fashion up and down the other males spine letting a slight sigh.


    Milo turned slightly, so his back was against the couch so he could look straight up at Mal, giving her a happy and cheerful smile, trying to make her feel bettee as he gently nuzzled his head once more underneath the palm of her hand. By what she said he stretched out slightly more, raising his hands above his head to carefully run an almost clawed finger nail across the material of the couch. "Thank You."he started happily. Sounding slightly less child like, as the bounciness of his tone was dragged down slightly by the previous events. "Your a Good Human Friend!" He said, sounding slightly out of character but just as happy as before he gently ran a hand through his own hair. "Where's Your Room?" He asked suddenly, not even realizing how creepy it sounded, just knowing he would get lonely in the middle of the night, something that happened with every mission he went on due to the lack of soft breathing of others like back at the army in the room full of the other hounds.

    -Harper didn’t get the change in the new man, but she didn’t think it was the worst thing that could have happened. He murmured something under his breath that she didn’t quite catch, but she got a feeling that she wasn’t supposed to. She sighed and stopped moving her cards around. She was just about to say something when he said it was nice to meet her.
    “Yeah I guess it was for me too.” She told him, not knowing what else to really say. “Right now I gotta go,” she eyed the other group wearily, “but maybe sometime we could go grave looting.”


    -Jay’s ears flicked when the new person came over. She looked over and when he told her to follow, she immediately grabbed Chenoa’s hand and ran after him. She had a feeling that she couldn’t trust him like she trusted Jackle, but that same feeling also told her that he was a safer bet than all the others that she was just watching.
    “Who were those things, and what is going on exactly?” She asked, not knowing what else to do, but also having a very strong feeling that she wasn’t going to get an answer, after all she never had before.
    (sorry for crappy muse)

    Spencer manages to ease her panic attack. She was now in Levy beautiful well crafted ship. Her face was still splotched and red and her eyes were stained red due to all the tears. She sighs her left wing spread out of her back. She stretched it out as she stood on the deck. She looked at it frowning. She didn't really deserve such a gift. It was her fault the angels lost to the demons, and she was also foolish enough to have her other wing clipped off by an unstable demon. She sits down on the flooring molting her wing back into her back. She sits there staring up at the sky. It seemed to take a grayer form now. It was no nice earlier. Now it looked dim and polluted. Maybe that was only how Spencer saw it. Her gaze drifts away onto her own feet. She started to put pieces in her mind together on why she freaked out. Well all put one gap in her puzzle of a mind. Why had she felt bad for biting off Erons ear. Perhaps because she had never performed such a terrible act... Or because she could sense that Levy really loved this man. He had always been chasing after boys and girls and never found the right person. Then he finds Levy and instantly falls in love. Although he was pretty drunk when he met Eron... But Spencer had a feeling it was true love. She crumples into a tighter ball. She had to get over this. She had to move on... She stifles a sob. It felt terrible. She never broke down like this so the pain was even more overwhelming.
    "I am sorry..." She chokes.


    "Would you look at this!" Chronicle chitters holding yet another round object in his hand. His finds were stained crimson mixed with his own golden blood. He walks behind his brother wrapping his arms around his brothers neck in a tight embrace. He lets go holding the eye out. In his hand was a neon blue orbed eye. Some how Chronicles managed to grope around Yangs face and yank out an eye. This was odd because he had been fighting Ying all along. How he got it? Well he didn't take it himself. It was on the ground. Almost as if it had been placed there by Yang himself. So Chronicles never put his hands on the other angel twin. He giggles.
    "Thanks for your time angels but we should get going shouldn't we brother? He pauses.
    "If you didn't manage to get any angel skin you may eat mine brother!" He giggles stepping swiftly to the side and drawing a circle around himself with the bottom of his shoe. It glows a faint purple then slowly opens into a portal to god knows where. Chronicles stands next to it with a faint smile.


    Atlas watches in terror as Yang crumples to the ground his back to Kings. His wings shielded his back an he fiddled with his eye. He gives a small grunt of pain swallowing the rest. He tosses the eye towards Chronicles who doesn't hesitate to pick it up and yip happily. Atlas stares at the man in disbelief. He just gouged out his own eye to stop a fight. He was insane! ...But not as crazy as Ying. He stands there eyes full of disgust and sorrow. He lets out a long breath of relief when the demon twins decide to leave. He catches a glimpse of the two girls and... Prudence? He began to wonder what his brother was doing here. He knew that it wasn't safe around Ying. Once the crazy angel found out Prudence was here things wouldnt turn out so well for the virtue.


    Coleten smiles warmly his cheeks rosay against his pale stitched skin.
    "Really? Wonderful! Ill see you later then Harper." His tone rang out softly and he started to wonder off to god knows where. He felt pretty happy. He wasn't expecting the girl to consider his offer. Maybe he did have a chance of being friends with her. He pulls of his over coat exposing his blue flannel. His gaze shifts around. With narrowed eyes. He was being drawn towards something. Mostly the odd group of savvys. He stalks behind. Although Coleten is a sweet guy... he also tends to come across pretty creepy at times without realization.


    "Well I could never understand what any savvy has been through." He mutters weakly. He runs his hand through his hair his eyes flaring with a hint of amber hidden behind the amber film. Levy gasps slightly when the male clenches him and pulls the couple closer together. He sighs his hand melting into Erons fine hair. Aside from Levys head throbbing in pain he stayed beside Eron comforting him.
    "We should get your ear fixed up." He huffs trying to pull away from the other males tight grasp. This took a bit of effort.


    "Oh well your a good... dog friend?" She tilts her head snickering slightly. Her eyes flick up and she gets lots in thought for a moment. They are interrupted by an unusually creepy statement.
    "Ummm up stairs first room to the right... why?" Her face lit up slightly but she didn't seem to notice. It was an unusual sentence to come from such an innocent person.

    Prudence had eventually managed to get the two females over slightly behind a dusty brick wall around the area of the fence. He had sat down and managed to tell them most of what was going on and a brief explanation of what the four where, demons and angels, or more like deities. By now he had started to draw on the ground in an almost bored fashion with a stick and would glance up every so often to say something very brief or ask or answer a question. The first half of the battle he had been careful to listen out to see if it had stopped, but by now his mind had turned everything else into white noise, something not to be noticed or cared by his brain. He was starting to grow slightly tired, energy off the Earth always bothered him much more, making his brain worn down and burned down to almost nothing. He soon ran a hand through the thick red mane before twitching ever so often in discomfort. Yet it only occurred to him that the three others where almost there when he heard their footsteps start to approach, and with that he stumbled up, not even bothering to brush himself off before trying to start to walk away.



    Kings laughed happily at this, and he suddenly ripped off the satin that was on his wrist and tied it back around his eyes before reaching over and happily returning the favor by a tight embrace back. He pulled part of his hair back in the bun and brushed some of the darker almost yellow colored blood of his own that was mixed with red off on his own clothes, not really caring. He instead just smiled, pulling the pipe out of his mouth to cough slightly and let out another stream of smoke. "Haha! Indeed!" He purred, before glancing at the eye, though he couldn't see it, he knew exactly what Chronicles was holding, the slight echos bouncing off the small object to signal its presence, and not to mention Kings only got that happy when he would find or take an optic. He soon stepped forward towards the portal gently, glad Chronicles was offering up his skin to him, for his twins flesh often tasted much better then some of the others, and certainly more then the female from earlier.



    Ying was breathing heavily, he was on knees and shook himself off slightly. His once white silk outfit was stained with a sickening mix of red and slight sprinkles of gold across it. A deep, and almost large gash was across the man's chest which he seemed to ignore as he stood up watching the other twins leave. With that he also had watched his brother pull out his own eye, and he felt anger rise, a bitter bile rising up in his throat. Despite the fact that he didn't realize that Yang did that mostly so neither of them died he still despised him more then ever. "Pathetic Human! I Knew You Where on Hell's Side This Entire Time!" He screamed at the top of his lungs towards his twin about step forward and raise his scythe before seeing Charity glance over. There seemed to be a glimpse of an all to familiar wing and smaller body shape there, and more fury grew in him, and with that he nearly ran forward, going almost as fast as he could with his slight limp and the soon to be scar still giving out a pretty steady amount of blood,making him creepily paler then before. As the boy stood he reached over and grasped the back of his shirt and pulled him back with a greater force, spinning him around and socking him across the face. While Prudence didn't do anything about this, the attack continued, and eventually Ying managed to get the younger male against the wall, steadily kicking and punching for a good while before reaching down and grasping the child's throat, smashing him against the wall with a sickening crack. He pushed him slightly off the ground before tightening his steely grip. While the virtue had given no struggle before, the lack of oxygen because of his windpipe made him lash out, desperately trying to rid his neck of the hand that continued to constrict like a snake. (OH MY GOSH I HATE YING AND MYSELF)



    Eron continued to look slightly more tense before simply smiling slightly. Yet, even this expression seemed almost forced, for the inside of him was having an inner turmoil between itself. It was starting to get painful, nerves that had been turned off for years started to turn back on and suddenly lactic acid started to grow in his muscles, making him give an annoyed almost groan like sigh. It had been a long time since Eron felt this human, years really, maybe never to this point really. His ear was starting to actually ache, and the he wasn't sure if he could even hear from that side. But as Levy tried to pull away his cocky grin returned "Leaving so Soon?" He chuckled slightly, ignoring the soreness washing through him like a wave. But he stopped slightly at what the other male said and just stayed there before reaching up gently, running his hands through the other male's collar of his trench coat before starting to carefully take it off, the long jacket soon being taken into Eron's hands before he started to stand up, just putting it on for really no reason with a slight laugh. He wasn't cold really, but the coat smelled strongly of the black haired man, and with that he brought it closer to himself before just looking over at Levy. His mind soon drifted back to the first thing that had been said. "You've Already Experienced Half of What I've Been Through a Little While Ago." He said, a slight hint in his voice as he laughed for a moment, glancing back over at Levy.



    Milo sat up slowly, straightening himself out slightly, hearing his back crack slightly. He tilted his head tot he right slightly, his grayish hair hanging heavily by his face. He had really no idea how to respond, instead glancing up the stairs to try and see the door. "I Get Lonely." He said simply like that didn't sound creepy what so ever as he glanced around slightly, smelling the air become heavy with blood. He heard the door slam and winced slightly, before turning back to Mal, studying her very carefully, seeing if she would react what so ever.

    -Chenoa had no idea what to think, because this was the most interesting time in her whole life, and it all happened within thirty minutes.
    When the new man was talking Jay kept on asking questions, and she seemed happy that she was actually getting answers. Chenoa tried to pay attention to what they were saying, but almost none of it made sense. She did see though that Jay kept glancing back at her, as if she was asking is Chenoa was alright, which did make her feel a little better, but not much.
    Then the other man came over and he was covered in the blood of the demons that attack the two girls a little while ago. As soon as he came over she knew he was insane. Apparently Jay did too because she stepped in front of Chenoa and made both of them back up until the dark skinned girl's back was against another wall.


    -Jay was so happy that she was at least sort of getting answers for once. She did try not to ask too many questions to the boy because she had a feeling this kid was bored and annoyed, but she just couldn't help herself. Then when the other man came over she wanted to run away, just like she felt when she first met Aki with Pepper, but he felt different. Aki was just really freaky, but this man was insane, not that Aki was sane, but at least he was more sane than this man.
    She stepped in front of the other girl and then cursed herself for it, she didn't see why she was helping her, after all they just met a little while ago. She pushed them back and watched the interaction between the deity and angel with one wing.
    At that same time, of course, is when all the adrenaline that was helping, not really, keep her alive during the fight with the other two deities, and all the pain from the gang fight began to come back.
    She made a slight growling sound as she wrapped her hand around her chest as she felt the ache in her ribs come back. She had no idea what she was going to do, or why she always got thrown into these situations when she wasn't at her best.

    Charity stars at his father with wild lavender orbs. His mouth drapes open as he watches the crazy man beat his brother. He knew this was gonna happen and he was dragged along just to watch. He let out a shaky sigh building up confidence. He was gonna kill Prudence. Atlas couldn't let that happen. He wedged himself between Ying and Prudence. His light lavender eyes bored into his fathers unique neon ones. He balled up his fist tightly and swung, socking his father upside the jaw bone. It was a firm hit but Charity was only trying to get his fathers attention.
    "Dont touch him!" Charity never really talked much now so it was weird for him to hear his own voice. He was considering never talking again but that was aside the point. He spreads out his arms pressing his back to his brother protectively.
    "If you are going to hit someone hit me." Charity had a higher toned voice that was smooth and sweet but his words now mused with pain. He jerks his head to the side moving the green hair out off his bright orbs.


    Yang watched his brother his sharp expression full of hatred and disgust. He eyed the two girls who were backed against the wall. He slowly steps over pressing his wings in and setting aside his spear so he showed no threat. He lifts his chin. He was about at eye level with the girls since he was about there height. He glances back at his brother. There was no way he would intervene with the fight.
    "Where is your home. I must escort you there because if you leave now Yang will track you down and kill you both without a doubt." His silvery tone was lowered so his twin couldn't hear it. He didn't want to see the two girls get brutally murdered by Ying. They were innocent and didn't deserve death so it made sense for him to take them home and protect them for a short time.


    Chronicles waves goodbye to the leaving angels and turns to his brother snatching his hand and pulling him down into the dark abyss with him.
    "Shall we report the twins and savvies to Lucifer brother? I reckon him saying something about killing a band of savvies." His voice echoed as they fell through the darkness to the demon realm. This was of coarse there home but they didn't exactly rule over it. They temporary lived her as advisers of the demon armies but mostly Lucifer himself.


    Levys face turned beet red. His heart broke slightly. Half of Erons life was banging people. Was Levy just one of those people Eron would bang just for fun? Levy stands up yanking himself out of Erons grasp again. He didn't seem to care Eron was wearing his trench coat. He wasn't even sure why he wanted to. It smelled of oil... and the faint hint of floral perfume. Like usual... He huffed thinking for a moment.
    "Cant you grow the ear back or something since your all special and powerful?" Levys voice changed from rich and low to naive and confused. He tilts his head ever so slightly.


    Malachys face turns even brighter red.
    "Oh um ok... well I guess your welcome in my room. As long as you don't screw up how neat it looks." She giggles running her hands through his mane and continuing to pet him. He sounded so innocent it was hard to believe the male meant what he was saying in a perverted way.

    Ying continued to hold on, feeling the boy's struggles lessen as oxygen got cut off from his brain. But it was suddenly interrupted by Charity as he tried to separate them. Yet, a sudden jerk and slight sting in his jaw made him stumble backwards, letting his grip suddenly go so his son could collapse onto the ground in a hacking mess. He stepped back again, breathing out, his eyes wide as he stared at Charity. How could his perfect son betray him like this? He leaned against his scythe, watching their every move, there was no way he could even lay a hand at Atlas. "Why Are You Betraying me Like This?! he cried suddenly covering his eyes with his hands, digging his nails into his face and starting to sob crazily the tears cutting through the slight blood on his face he quickly looked up after a few moments, his hair hanging over his eyes slightly, making a heavy shadow fall over his optics. He let out an angry, high pitched screech. "I'll Kill Him! I Will! If You Don't Stop I Will! You Will Stink of His Blood!" His throat sounded as if it had collapsed in itself, and he suddenly reached through his red hair before pulling, and continuing to do so until two large chunks where clenched tightly in his fists, tears still washing through his face, his skin turning puffier before he whipped around to the other three, fire burned so thoroughly in his expression that they almost turned into actual flames. "What About You Yang!? Do You Need me to Kill Him?!



    As Prudence felt himself collide with the ground he layed there, hardly able to think due to nearly feeling his windpipe coming close to collapsing. He shivered slightly, laying there in a complete daze. Not only did Charity save him, but while he had gotten pummeled never before had Ying actually tried to kill him. He almost felt like crying, but did not allow himself to do so, he wouldn't give anyone the pleasure. Emotions came through him like a wave, he was angry at Ying, and also Yang due to standing there and watching. He was almost happy that Charity decided to save him. He had mixed emotions about his brother, but decided to wash his mind free. After finally gasping enough breath and chocking back tears he stood up, brushing himself off like someone sick just touched him. With that he managed to squeeze near the wall towards the other three. While he shot a very small glare towards Yang he stayed silent, gently whipping his face free of his own blood from a cut on his cheek and lip and felt a loose tooth that had gotten nearly free along with a few others that nearly got out when he had gotten punched. He then moved down to his neck, feeling future bruises from the tightened hand prints.



    Eron, seeing his troubled face tried to shrug it off, but felt guilt start to wear him down. He supposed Levy had to figure out at some point. He instead gave off a grin, not even coming close to showing anything about this so. He soon reached back over, gently taking Levy in his arms again, carefully running his hand down his hair and back, before gently taking the trench coat collar and flipping it up, tilting his head so he could sniff it gently, closing his eyes for a moment before chuckling, his head now starting to ache, which he tried to ignore. "I'm Just as Savvy as You Sweetheart, I'm Not a Lizard." He cooed before pulling back slightly. If he wasn't in so much pain he would most likely try to screw Levy again, yet by what the other male figured out also, he would most likely not want to.



    Milo smiled gently, carefully resting his head against her hand whenever she gently pet his hair. He was very glad she decided to tell him where her room was, and instead just showed his teeth once more. "Thank You." He said gently settling down again, closing his eyes gently, he would much rather stay with Mal then Eron, who he was singed to. But right now he kinda just wanted to sleep, but figured he couldn't so instead stood up. He gently fixed the silver armor on his chest before watching Mal gently.

    -Jay pushed Chenoa back against the all slightly trying to tell her to stay as she made her way around to the angel that was helping them before the insane one came over and tried to kill him. She didn't get close enough to touch him or anywhere close to the insane one. She flicked her ears as she looked at him, she didn't know what to do, but she didn't want to leave him alone with this man.
    "What the hell is your relationship with him?" She growled, trying to make it quiet, because even though she didn't like him one bit she knew the insane angel could kill her with the equivalent of a snap of his fingers.
    She was crouched down a little bit, like she was ready to spring into action when and if anything happened, even though she had no idea what she would do or what help she could prove.


    -Chenoa stayed against the wall and watched Jay go towards the angel with one wing before she turned her gaze back onto the other man. She wanted to tell him where her house was because all she wanted to do was go home, but at the same time she didn't want him to know because...well you know, you don't usually let random insane strange people with wings into your house.
    She glanced over at Jay and saw her watching the really insane one with a wary face, and she also looked ready to fight, but she saw that Jay didn't look very confident in herself.
    Then the other man started screaming, Chenoa had no idea what he was saying, but she knew he wasn't happy at all. She pushed herself even harder against the wall like she was trying to fuse herself with it so she didn't have to be with all these men.

    Yang stared at Jay and Choena lifting an eyebrow. Did they not desire to be taken home? He got no answer from either the two. He was also confused as to why Jay was asking Prudence what his relationship with his father was. It seemed pretty obvious that he had a abusive and awful relationship with his father. He sighs turning to Prudence and slowly unfolding his wings so he was still shielding the other two. He picks up the frail angel and brushes the dirt off his beaten body.
    "I am sorry I couldn't help earlier...Your father would have skinned me." His silvery voice rings out the Latin language. The angel could speak both English and Latin but he usually only spoke Latin when he was talking to his brother of loved ones. He clenches onto Prudence's arms and eyes Chenoa and Jay.
    "We need to leave now if you want to live." He murmurs studying them carefully with glowing optics. He glances back at Charity who seemed to be standing next to his father his face emotionless.


    Charity stares at his father flinching at his barks. He felt no guilt or sadness towards his father. He stood there and ran a finger through his soft green hair. He reaches out and grabs his fathers wrists with quite a bit of effort. He manages to tear them away from his face and stars into his fathers sobbing eyes. He brushes the red hair out of is distorted face and uses his jacket sleeve to dab at the blood on his face. He slowly releases his fathers wrists letting them rest at his sides. He carefully steps forward and hugs the other male staying silent as usual. This was usually how Atlas managed to calm down the angel. He was used to him breaking down. Usually Charity managed to calm him down but his father was always unpredictable. He finally lets go of Ying and walks behind him where he always would stand.


    Levy sighs unsure of how to respond. Now he just felt flat out stupid.
    "Well I was just wondering." He giggles hugging his fingers through his charcoal hair. He hugs him again giggling.
    "I have no fucking idea how to fix your ear so we are going to have to find someone else to do so." He smiles feeling empty without his jacket.


    Mal shrugs and gets up as well.
    "I am gonna go to my room. I guess you can come with if you want." She smiles at Milo.
    (MY muse just died in a fire.)

    Ying continued to scream and thrash until freezing in his tracks completely as Charity approached, his breaths forced through his teeth with great effort as he clenched his wrists together as Atlas gripped them tightly. His breathing was shaky and his teeth began to grind together as he let out a small whine like noise, like a dog who just got kicked. As the other male hugged him he gently returned the favor, but his fingers dug deeply into his back, and he seemed like he was nearly crushing his son half to death tightly between his arms. He let out a strange distorted sniffle and shove his chin into his shoulder before feeling him pull away. He stared at the wall for a long while, his wings looking now completely healed and unharmed due to the rapid healing. He stretched them out slightly, before gently folding one around the green haired man. There was another goal now, to the kill the others that had been here with Prudence, they where just as dangerous as the twins, or at least in Ying's eyes. With that train of thought he turned, his whole body shaking slightly as he gripped the scythe so tightly his knuckles turned white, the blood already drying on his body, but he held back, giving them plenty of time just stand there, his brain was stuttering like usual and he stayed completely calm, twitching every so often.



    Prudence stared at Jay with almost angry disbelief, he clenched his fists, closing his eyes which where tearing up slightly. Twenty four yes, but he still held some of the tributes of a fourteen year old, heck he may be wanting to cry if he was his real age. He shivered slightly and his voice was crackly with pain,anger, and sadness. "What do You Think?! He's my Father." He spat, before looking away, the salt water finally starting to leak, and as Yang hauled him up and said what he did he suddenly just embraced him, finally breaking down also. His crying was nearly completely silent, and it was harder to even tell he was bawling because his face was buried into the other male's chest and he whimpered slightly. While he still felt a flicker of anger towards his uncle, he couldn't really blame him. Yet he realized he was making a fool of himself and pulled away, squinting towards the ground, before looking up. It then occurred to him that Yang was missing an eye. "Your Eye..." His voice was now perfectly clear and kept together. He soon fixed everything on him, knowing he had to keep strong and calm with his situation.



    Eron smiled slightly his lips pulling up to show his teeth slightly. He started to button the top of the coat slightly, he gave out a heavy chuckle, running his hand over the soft white shirt the other man was wearing. "We Could Ask Aki." He joked, knowing that would most likely get someone killed instead. He almost wished Othes was here, he could have patched up some of it, for that's what he helped Charl with a lot of. He pulled away gently, bringing up his own arm to sniff it also, carefully and almost suddenly running his tongue down the fabric. "Or Would Could Try Ourselves. I Could Try." He chuckled, knowing a few things due to living a long time in Lucifer's army. Like Othes learned how to sew up a large gash like Aki's from earlier, Eron picked up some skills also in battle trying to heal other people.



    Milo felt his face heat up slightly, everything just hit him in the face on how he sounded slightly, and he carefully avoided her gaze. He quickly ignored it however, and figured that if she was inviting him to her room it might turn out creepy. But he trusted Mal already, and she seemed to harmless, and just sent her another grin. "Alright." He said gently before almost nervously holding his hand out down to the couch to help her looking down to meet her gaze happily.