[b]~A Demon’s Innocence~ [/b]

The aftermath of Gadrael’s onslaught had not only rekindled the self-assurance of the Forsaken but also painted the very ground crimson. Such a canvas of artistry served as an invitation for an audience, for the Gemellie and yet ironically the harbingers of misfortune could no longer remain bystanders. Every hypothesis is governed by the factors considered, an equation of infinite variables generalized and compressed with probability curbing variability to reach a supposition laced with the façade of validity. The conclusion however is ever-same; the essence of humanity is unquantifiable.

Angel’s steps gradually drew nearer, his jovial partner following suit in her usual unorthodox style of skipping and twirling. The blistering heat which appeared to be gnawing at –XIII-’s tolerance didn’t appear to bother his partner nearly as much, the child’s eyes gleamed contently as the sand that dragged beneath her feet kept her occupied throughout the tedious journey. 
 
A heave of sigh escaped the Lost Number as his hands slowly wiped the sweat of his brow, unmounting the coffin that leaned against his back and placing it upright. “What say we take a break?” An expression of worry silently spread across Rena’s face as she keenly observed her partner. While her partner’s request for a pause appeared quite logical it was the way he said it that aroused suspicion, it lacked any intonation, and the entire sentence was spoken in a monotone. 

“You know my brother says when you feel like Mr. Grumpy than strawberry ice-cream helps……but if you feel like Mr.Gloomy, vanilla ice cream is the best!” The little girl replied, an interrogative expression on her face that betrayed her seemingly ‘random’ suggestion. With that said the Chrono coyly took seat on top of her partner’s shoulder who in turn was seated atop the coffin. 

Angel couldn’t help but be caught by surprise, his face tilting up to greet his Sorella with a bewildering smile, a genuine one. “I thought I understood the situation. Humans…they are…simple…..and yet this species is unpredictable. This paradox, whenever it occurs, shakes the very foundation of the desired conclusion. A single uncalculated variable and we have ourselves a mess that supersedes the previous one. This is quite the conundrum that is brewing my dear Rena. We have the elusive Circus that is suddenly making an appearance. We have the Forsaken King’s knowing of this knowledge, knowledge exclusive to A.M.R.O from an unknown source. The possibility of taint in A.M.R.O is near certain and now to make matters even more interesting we have an open disclosure of Sacrificial Alchemy and this leads me to the fact that the [b]real[/b] enemy is quite keen to other…forbidden arts.” As the Crimson Asylum reached the conclusion, his expression faded of all traits but one; wrath, the wrath reserved for those who would dare unsheathe the secrets that would best remain buried. 

“Dummy!” The Chrono chirped rather loudly, an innocent scolding that instantly succeeded in subsiding her partner’s suppressed nature from surfacing. “My big brother also says if you think unnecessarily you will get wrinkles on your forehead, so you better be careful Mr.Gloomy!” The Princess continued, her own forehead gently pressed against her partner’s. 

“Yes nurse, you have been most helpful in diverting Mr.Gloomy from becoming Mr.Wrinkles! But do you know what is the best ice-cream to treat that?” Angel replied sarcastically, his return to normality relieving the little Chrono who merely raised her arms to the sky and screamed,

“Chocolate!” 

“Tomorrow I’ll buy you the ice-cream store,” Angel replied with a nod with a muffled ‘thank you’ in there somewhere. “But first, let us clean this mess.” As he concluded, both the Gemellie were staring at the remaining forces of the Kings. 

[b]“I am sorry but all you gentleman are going to do is die, I don’t suppose you lot can just commit suicide and save me the trouble?”[/b]

[center][i]Only the sounds flesh slowly ripping apart, bones breaking and screams echoed after, lasting for hours before the duo of demons finally made their exit, though not alone.[/i][/center]

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[b]~ A Demon’s Slumber~[/b]

“Wowie all these Asylums weigh a ton!” Rena whispered bashfully, rolling her eyes so as to express her exasperation at the tedious task which was appointed to her. 
“Aren’t we a little brat?” Her partner slowly bent his knees and whispered back, a sarcastic tone with a teasing smile quickly making the Chrono pout and cross her arms. 

“What say we call it a day, I’ll get you a reward tomorrow for all your hard work,” after a good deal of promises, bribing and patting did Angel finally manage to get his stubborn partner to unfold her arms and regain her jovial disposition despite knowing it all to be a ploy for added affection. 

[center]-15 minutes later-[/center]

“I’m ready for bed big brother!” Rena chirped while twirling in her pink panda pajamas after which instantly jumping aside her partner, sitting beside him. 

Unlike usual people who would take advantage of a warm and comfortable bed, the Gemellie possessed a strange almost unique style of sleeping, one that only aided in them being branded as ‘freaks’. For one the concept of a bed was alien to these two and while Reri felt no discomfort in actually lying down and sleeping, in the traditional sense, her partner didn’t quite share this sentiment. Angel would always sleep with his back upright, sitting on whatever is beneath him, his back leaning against the coffin that would stand behind him, an imposing tombstone. Several Asylums have often walked upon him ‘slumbering’ while sitting against the support of his coffin, his eyes always hidden behind those opaque crimson glasses, shimmering against the slightest light. “Like a monster forever awake, forever watching over the partner who sleeps beside him”, a popular saying among the Asylums who have not once understood the purpose behind the expression of peace upon the Demon’s faces when they slumber. 

~A peace that comes from denouncing the world that dares shun them~

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[b]A Demon’s Decision[/b]

“It…is…time…Angel” 

This deadpan and lifeless greeting appeared to be the wakeup call for the Crimson Asylum, his arms slowly stretched as a weary yawn escaped his mouth, signaling he had awoken. In front of him stood his partner, combat ready with her feet firmly planted. A stoic expression on her face, her eyes coldly scrutinizing all before her, her frame eerily steady. A.M.R.O’s Doll had awoken. 

“Good morning Rin, I hope you slept peacefully?” XIII’s large hand suddenly found itself on his partner’s head, gently brushing the rough edges which the freshly awoken Chrono had overlooked. “Since you insist on growing you hair, you should take care of it..unless you want spli-”

Before Angel could complete Rin merely lifted her arm, mechanically placing it upon her partner’s head and mimicking his previous action all the while marinating her apathetic stance. 

“Alright I get your point; I guess my hair is more of a mess, even when you don’t say a word you manage to get your point across….” Nodding his head in defeat the Asylum finally got to his feet, strapped the coffin behind his back and followed the Chrono for some well deserved dinning. 

“I..do not…sit with…trash,” Rin crowed as soon as she noticed that other Asylums were present, all seated on a table feasting. The cruelty of her words passed without the child batting an eye, her words flowing in a monotone, void of any expression, mechanical just like her stare. The Chrono leisurely walked towards an empty section of the room, each step restructuring the space ahead of her. Chairs and a table slowly surfaced from the ground, all possessing a regal décor befitting the Chrono’s status as the Princess of A.M.R.O. 

[b]"So, you guys get your asses kicked too?"[/b]

Fletcher’s words resounded across the hall, echoing the shameful defeat of the Asylums and invite Angel to cause a greater ruckus. 

“I see your face is back on your…well face,” Angel crowed as a fiendish smirk slowly spread across his face, his sarcastic comment causing Rin to tilt her head in their direction. Her partner’s ‘discussion’ often provided some amusement to curb the relentless boredom. 

Casually enough the Lost Number took the seat in between Siera and Lina. One a fresh recruit and the other a new addition to the group, such an interesting combination spelled delight for the twisted minds. 

“You are welcome..for you know saving you after allowing you to get beaten up,” Angel whispered devilishly, finally replying to Siera’s expression of gratitude. His gaze slowly switched in between the Asylum and her partner Camron, who appeared rather preoccupied in stuffing himself.

“Your partner is a strange one. He lacks motive to kill, he lacks the desire for blood and he is impaired, yet you protect him so ferociously. Your choice of suicide,” after a considerable pause with his finger pressed against his temple, he finally snapped reaching the desired choice of words, “…is one befitting of a lemming.” 

After observing Camron for a while, realizing he won’t be distracted from his feast, the red coated Asylum eventually flicked something at the boy’s head. At the table lay a hearing aid, courtesy of the selflessness of i Gemellie de Demone. 

“I don’t see how this group is going to defeat the Circus; the only thing I see you guys competing in is who gets to be the greater clown. Well I suppose that would give you people an edge on the covert aspect. Do any of understand the gravity of this situation. After what you lot have witnessed your life expectancy is in the negative, you people are practically dead. With that said, do you understand how much paperwork I will have to do to account for your deaths?” Angel scoffed while facing the Asylum at his side, Lena. “What am I supposed to write in your death report? Little girl tears up upon hearing a pity story and when she finally gets a room to release that pent up sexual frustration with her partner…she forgets…that…my partner…and I…were in the room…next…door.” The Lost Number made sure he uttered each word with teasing clarity all the while staring at the woman through his spectacles, the reflection of her own face staring back at her. 

“However, right now it seems you are of important value. Your mind is weak, it is trying to make sense and as such your defense mechanisms are trying to cope and put the pieces together. But the fact that you have a missing piece and your mind is content with falsifying information makes you the bishop in this game of chess.” The devious smile which brimmed across this Angel’s face only served as a reminder of why the Crimson Asylum is known as the Angel of deceit. 

“The rest…are pawns,” Rin finally cut in, growing weary of the long conversations. “The hunters, Sniffers and Hybrids….. are to…. devise the counter strategy. Observe what has…. happened, take it…. all into consideration and…. derive a solution. If it fails…to meet my expectation…A.M.R.O…will not be…the ones to dispose of you…… digits.” With these cold words the Chrono walked off, allowing the furniture to disperse in shimmer of gold dust. 
 
“I am guessing we Silencers have the day off…anyone of you a fan of ice-cream?” 

[center]~And there is that devilish smile again~[/center]