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[h2][center][color=CBD8D7]- FLOS - THE FLOWER OF DEATH -[/color][/center][/h2]
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It appeared that Mephilius had taken notice of the black-winged angel, although the companion seemed to be less dismissive toned. Flos looked at the demon in the eyes, and simply tilted his head slightly as the screams of madness continued echoing in the area.

An unnerving smile appeared on the Flower's hooded face, as the prisoner simply said [color=CBD8D7][b]"then you would've known that I've seen and experienced worse conditions than this basic setup."[/b][/color]

The set up, was, indeed basic. Chains, bounds, and a time of waiting. For some their minds would break at the prospect alone, but others like himself were more hardened. It didn't surprise him that the broken minded were either erratic with the offer presented to all, or mindlessly pitching their hands in the air out of mercy. Whether or not it was towards Helena or Mephilius was up for debate, one that was unimportant.

Flos weighed his options quick. On one hand the fight was all he knew and was now being given the option to essentially abandon it. On the other hand, there was the opportunity to finally see [i]him[/i] again. His brother, his comrade, his brother in arms could take the option and the two would finally see each other...but. 

Flos kept his eyes locked to the demon cretin in front of him, his hand not raising an inch.