Once the first room was cleared out, dragons and all, the humans began to retreat. Going no further into the castle as they had not been instructed to. Their king would take care of the rest, as well as he took care of them. Many would remember the day that he swooped down from the sky, a mighty fallen warrior seeking refuge in their cities. They had been fearful, fascinated and curious over this strange new creature who offered up biological weaponry that rivaled their own, missing links to the questions they had been asking for centuries, the promise of a better future. The flocked to him, wanting to repay his kindness, to learn of what had made him fall. And he told them of the dark ones. Seeds of potential chaos having infected others of his god like species, he spoke of his narrow escape, the treachery he had experienced and how lost he felt until he had stumbled upon them. They eagerly lapped up every lie that fell from his lips, hoodwinked by golden apples. They were a clumsy race honestly, a thousand years and they still hadn't evolved out of that. Brains to mush and families cast aside, they had to serve their god! Their king! As long as he was pleased, humanity couldn't be happier.
So out they carried the seeds of the plague, like uninspired soldiers, they marched towards that carriers, large ships that had first carried the human race off this planet, returning for a trip they'd never think they'd make. Many of whom did not make it back and the survivors found no reason to brag until the cargo was safely loaded and strapped down, a sedative constantly admitted to each one, fifty guns and twenty tasters pointed at each evil seedling should they stir. Their king had plans for theses corrupt beings, he had assured them they would benefit from it greatly. At this point, however, the white dragon could promise them a chance at licking his boot and they would be happy.
"Hey Edge? I love you." The dragon whispered softly, back to his mate and eyes squeezed shut. He waited anxiously with bated breath for an answer, the minutes trickling by in a suffocating silence before he turned and glanced over. The human was very much asleep, chest rising and falling slowly in a peaceful rhythm. Path sighed, shoulders slumped in dejection; he had missed his chance again. His mate sure knew how to fall asleep fast, though maybe it was because of how...vigorous they were each night. He sighed and patted his stomach, feeling the softness that was already starting to form. His children, he gulped softly at the thought. He had never expected that he would find a reason to live again, to take care of himself without feeling guilty. His gaze drew over to the boy sleeping next to him, who had given him more than one reason. Gently, he reached for his open hand, intertwining their fingers and shifting closer. The heat from his lover's body was comforting though a little stifling under the heavy duvet.
For the past few nights, he had been trying to tell him. Those three simples words, one less simple promise. Maybe it was because they were cooped up together, just the two of them or that he was currently carrying the other's child or a multitude of reasons. It was undeniable though that the white dragon found himself fallen for the hydra. To think, a hydra capturing his heart. It was more than just that though. The human had grown on him. He was annoying, overly curious and clumsy, but...it was all a breath of fresh air really from the reality he knew. Edge understood, what it was like to be cast out from a home, left alone in the world. He knew what it was like to think you weren't loved. Maybe it was Stockholm syndrome, maybe he was mad, he couldn't help it though. Edge had...reminded him what it meant to live, not just survive.
Kicking off the sheets, he pulled the hydra in close against him, pressing a kiss to his forehead and watching amuse fly as his face wrinkled and smoothed itself out. It was alright he guessed, if he never got to tell Edge he loved him, as long as he had nights like this, "Thank you Mother, for sending me this." He muttered softly, wrapping his arms against the boy and tucking his head under his chin. Warm and safe, he closed his eyes. Things would never change.
The white dragon didn't seem phased by Forte's latest reveal. As the hydra rushed for for him, he stood still smirking until the blades came down and sliced through the air. He stood behind the hydra, "Oh, yes, you were not there to hear of how I improved myself. I have to say these humans are resourceful, who would think a few nanites in the blood stream could work so well?" He mused out loud, before Forte turned around to take another crack at him. The dragon avoided his blows easily, dashing over either behind him or to the other end of the room each time the hydra swung his swords. Perhaps his goal was to tire him out, either way, when the hydra finally paused, the dragon quipped, "Done already? I guess it is my turn..."
He did not intend to waste his weapon on the hydra as of yet, not until those pesky mouths were out of the way. Elerium was a fragile material after all. Instead, he rushed the dragon,then side stepped to the left and ducked behind the dragon, going straight for his wings. Claws out stretched, ready to dig into the skin and rip it apart, "Do you know what it feels like? To have a limp ripped away from you?"
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO SKY!" The young dragon shouted, squirming against Leo. He could feel his brother still, panicked despite his silence and he himself was crying, afraid the same fate would befall him. As he heard Sila scream and buried his head against Leo's chest, afraid to see what was going on below them. Sobbing firmly in confusion at all that was happening. Why was it happening? What had they done to deserve it?
Beelzebub was relentless, trying to claw his way up her leg as the roots entrapped him. Eyes blank, his only will to serve his King. He ignored the roots starting to dig into his skin like excited maggots over a corpse. Feeling it force it's way into his mouth and threaten to choke him, digging into his gums and drawing blood. Finding it's way to bone and infesting his body, the scent of something sweet filled his nose. The deadliest poisons were always the sweetest. He would not let up though, not disappoint his king.
Digging his claws into her ankle, he smeared his own burning blood against her before he was shoved off. The substance boiling at her flesh, distorting it and turning the soft skin rough and ugly. Climbing up her leg slowly even as Beezlebub fell to the abyss below. Sila would catch up to Leo who had finally reached the top of the tower, panting exhaustively, he stared incredulously at the sealed up windows and the little post it note against the bricks, 'No escape'. How could the dragon have....He gritted his teeth. If he had mind controlled Beezlebub in his time here, he could mind control an oracle. He would have punched the wall if he wasn't carrying the twins, "We have to go back." He muttered, though he doubted there was anyway out of this.
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They were obedient, sacrificial, unafraid to die though their king had instructed them to avoid so if he could. He didn't want half of his army dead before they even started. Nevermind, he had swept away some reserves and already set them up for production, treated like the manufacture of their weaponry. It was a shaky foundation, but once it was in full swing, it wouldn't matter the tens that silently were crushed in the godly hydra's claws, the only sound was of their bones being crushed between their claws, suits stained as they were squished like insects. Helpless, insignificant insects, too paralysed even try and squirm their way out. They were nothing more than a helpful distraction though as the rest of the humans pulled back, aiming their weaponry at the god like creature. Their sights set upon it and their hearts upon pleasing the lesser god that had taken the place of the fallen demon.
Once, their pitiful ammo bounced off the hard scales of a dragon, their latest technology, the pinnacle of human innovation, a poor comparison to the armor of gods. Relin had given them their breakthrough. The things they needed to become worthy of becoming his army. Fiercely, their bullets ripped through the dragon's scales, tipped icily with the cold kiss of temporary death. The great god fell to the silent stare of it's opponents, unaware to their own victory. Moving mechanically towards the fallen bodies, like worker ants carrying food back to their mound. Only that they did not tear apart their food with steal fitted jaws, moving into to block the bleeding and sterilize the deep wounds that they had caused themselves. Their king wanted these beings alive, for what reason they didn't question as they tended to the wounded, administering a steady stream of morphine, a dosage that would kill a regular human, to them to keep them under.
As heavy boots stomped towards the fallen hydra of lust, weak and barely conscious. Fighting hard to stay awake and keep away the darkness that threatened to pull him under. Keep away from the very being that created him, that slowly ate away at all of them. That of which Edge had gifted them eternally. A dark figure blocked his vision, blank faceless mask staring down at the once god like being. The hydra who sold his body and his soul as if it was water from the sea. Gazed upon coldly, the guard lifted his weapon and struck Charon out cold.
The rush of dark water, the toxic waves crashing against the jagged rocks eager to meet him. The wind rushed by his useless wings, the freefall blinding all his senses. In some ways, it felt peaceful. Impressive almost, falling off the edge of the world. The edge of paradise. He embraced it wholly, the peace that awaited him below. Vaguely, it all felt somewhat familiar, as if he had done this before. Something whispering in his ear told him he wasn't imagining the feeling. Something told him that he hadn't succeeded before and wouldn't succeed this time. Foolish like the previous ones before him, thinking that he could escape so easily, thinking that he could escape after the last lucky survivor. They weren't gonna let him go now, not after the last. They were going to make sure he didn't leave them. They wouldn't be left powerless again.
The pain striked him, the feeling of hitting the rocks below. The waves threatening to sweep him away, ended up thrashing him against the rocks like a rag doll. The dark water filled his vision and constricted his lungs. The pain so intense, he was numb. Something crashed against his face, wrenching a scream out of his throat that was lost in the intensity of the waves. Screaming across the shore, playing with it's latest toy. Unwilling to have death snatch it away. There was no calming darkness, no numbing abyss for him to fall into that would take him away. The water rushed into his mouth, choking him. History repeated itself cruelly. This was only the beginning.
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"No tricks, I assure you on my word. A fair fight." He raised his sword than quickly found it impossible to raise. His entire body forced downward to the ground, crouched as Forte approached him. His head felt too heavy to even lift as he rested it entirely on his body. As the man raised his sword, the sword he held glowed brightly, and shot up on it's own, blocking both of Forte's swords, holding them steadily in place as the dragon slowly rose back to his feet, "My my, who was the one who wanted a fair fight?" The dragon chuckled, lifting up his head, his image rippled and shifted, pale flesh giving away to deep yellowing bruises, healing scabs and dark tipped stained scales. A contrast to the dark cotton shirt he wore, freshly washed and ironed. The tips of his wings clipped and torn away completely, nothing but a shredded mess that no longer resembled wings. His hair was mussed, cut wrongly and comical if it wasn't covered by the swath of bandages wrapped around his head, making it's way over his eye.
Grinning, a few teeth actually missing, he looked up at the demon, "Elerium, a wonderful consumer of power, like me. Off course it has a few downsides, but I suppose I can forsake my appearance. Have a good look, it'll be the least of your worries from now on." Swinging his sword, he pushed aside Forte's blade, "Feel a little woozy? Weak? Power drained?" He chuckled, leveling his sword at Forte, "Now, shall we fight as intended or do you have anymore tricks up your sleeve?" He lunged backwards, holding his sword at ready. "Come at me love."
Beelzebub was starting to catch up after the both of them, eyes blank as he raced after them. Following the cries of worried infants. Gaining quickly onto them.
Slepnir cried out as Skylark did, afraid when he but into Leo's shoulder, causing the hydra to jerk and bit down on his lip to avoid crying out. Watching the wicked female spit on his brother, he squirmed, wanting to hit her for doing such a thing, for keeping them away from Father, "STOP IT! STOP IT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING, ITS FATHER! LEO! LEO! STOP HER! MAKE HER STOP PLEASE!"
"Hush, hush...we're..almost..." He huffed, his shoulder aching. "That's not your father, we're leaving." He sounded fatigued, looking back at the wood drag ones just in time to see Beezlebub rise out of the darkness behind her, claw closing around her ankle, he dragged her down.
Once, their pitiful ammo bounced off the hard scales of a dragon, their latest technology, the pinnacle of human innovation, a poor comparison to the armor of gods. Relin had given them their breakthrough. The things they needed to become worthy of becoming his army. Fiercely, their bullets ripped through the dragon's scales, tipped icily with the cold kiss of temporary death. The great god fell to the silent stare of it's opponents, unaware to their own victory. Moving mechanically towards the fallen bodies, like worker ants carrying food back to their mound. Only that they did not tear apart their food with steal fitted jaws, moving into to block the bleeding and sterilize the deep wounds that they had caused themselves. Their king wanted these beings alive, for what reason they didn't question as they tended to the wounded, administering a steady stream of morphine, a dosage that would kill a regular human, to them to keep them under.
As heavy boots stomped towards the fallen hydra of lust, weak and barely conscious. Fighting hard to stay awake and keep away the darkness that threatened to pull him under. Keep away from the very being that created him, that slowly ate away at all of them. That of which Edge had gifted them eternally. A dark figure blocked his vision, blank faceless mask staring down at the once god like being. The hydra who sold his body and his soul as if it was water from the sea. Gazed upon coldly, the guard lifted his weapon and struck Charon out cold.
The rush of dark water, the toxic waves crashing against the jagged rocks eager to meet him. The wind rushed by his useless wings, the freefall blinding all his senses. In some ways, it felt peaceful. Impressive almost, falling off the edge of the world. The edge of paradise. He embraced it wholly, the peace that awaited him below. Vaguely, it all felt somewhat familiar, as if he had done this before. Something whispering in his ear told him he wasn't imagining the feeling. Something told him that he hadn't succeeded before and wouldn't succeed this time. Foolish like the previous ones before him, thinking that he could escape so easily, thinking that he could escape after the last lucky survivor. They weren't gonna let him go now, not after the last. They were going to make sure he didn't leave them. They wouldn't be left powerless again.
The pain striked him, the feeling of hitting the rocks below. The waves threatening to sweep him away, ended up thrashing him against the rocks like a rag doll. The dark water filled his vision and constricted his lungs. The pain so intense, he was numb. Something crashed against his face, wrenching a scream out of his throat that was lost in the intensity of the waves. Screaming across the shore, playing with it's latest toy. Unwilling to have death snatch it away. There was no calming darkness, no numbing abyss for him to fall into that would take him away. The water rushed into his mouth, choking him. History repeated itself cruelly. This was only the beginning.
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"No tricks, I assure you on my word. A fair fight." He raised his sword than quickly found it impossible to raise. His entire body forced downward to the ground, crouched as Forte approached him. His head felt too heavy to even lift as he rested it entirely on his body. As the man raised his sword, the sword he held glowed brightly, and shot up on it's own, blocking both of Forte's swords, holding them steadily in place as the dragon slowly rose back to his feet, "My my, who was the one who wanted a fair fight?" The dragon chuckled, lifting up his head, his image rippled and shifted, pale flesh giving away to deep yellowing bruises, healing scabs and dark tipped stained scales. A contrast to the dark cotton shirt he wore, freshly washed and ironed. The tips of his wings clipped and torn away completely, nothing but a shredded mess that no longer resembled wings. His hair was mussed, cut wrongly and comical if it wasn't covered by the swath of bandages wrapped around his head, making it's way over his eye.
Grinning, a few teeth actually missing, he looked up at the demon, "Elerium, a wonderful consumer of power, like me. Off course it has a few downsides, but I suppose I can forsake my appearance. Have a good look, it'll be the least of your worries from now on." Swinging his sword, he pushed aside Forte's blade, "Feel a little woozy? Weak? Power drained?" He chuckled, leveling his sword at Forte, "Now, shall we fight as intended or do you have anymore tricks up your sleeve?" He lunged backwards, holding his sword at ready. "Come at me love."
Beelzebub was starting to catch up after the both of them, eyes blank as he raced after them. Following the cries of worried infants. Gaining quickly onto them.
Slepnir cried out as Skylark did, afraid when he but into Leo's shoulder, causing the hydra to jerk and bit down on his lip to avoid crying out. Watching the wicked female spit on his brother, he squirmed, wanting to hit her for doing such a thing, for keeping them away from Father, "STOP IT! STOP IT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING, ITS FATHER! LEO! LEO! STOP HER! MAKE HER STOP PLEASE!"
"Hush, hush...we're..almost..." He huffed, his shoulder aching. "That's not your father, we're leaving." He sounded fatigued, looking back at the wood drag ones just in time to see Beezlebub rise out of the darkness behind her, claw closing around her ankle, he dragged her down.
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UHHHH...I PROCRASTINATE ALOT.
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He could barely make out the outline of figure in the distance under the heavy pour of rain. Their cries muffled out by the drumming of raindrops on the forest floor, pounding against the leaves and on his skull, a horrid parody of a reverberating piano tune. Harsh and heavy, soaking him to the bone and making his clothes stick against his body like a second skin. He raised a hand to protect his eyes and clear his vision as much as he could against the rain, water dripping off of him like blood from a wound. The figure seemed to move frantically, agitated and somewhat less urgent to get out of the rain than he was. Not stopping to consider whether the figure was friend or deadly foe, he dashed over towards him. His shoes splashing in the deep puddles littered along the ground, throwing up torrents of water and further wetting his pants, making it heavier and harder to run.
He shouldn't have wasted the effort. The moment he was in reach of the man, he was close enough to make out the dim details of the figure in the dark, the unmistakable call of 'prince' with that voice all too well confirmed his fear, "Don't call me that!" Was the first thing he hissed as he skidded to a stop next to Blake. Hunched over with his arms wrapped around himself, he shivered when he stopped moving and the little hope he had of real help had been crushed and smothered into the sodden ground. He wouldn't admit that, he was somewhat glad to have found Blake all the same or anyone for that matter. Determined to hide it, he pushed past Blake, "I don't know about you, but I'm finding shelter."
Hopefully there was some sort of shelter somewhere out there.
Andries furrowed his eyebrows, confused by the entire situation, "Look lady." He started, not phased by the ribbon snakes that suddenly appeared up beside him. If he was to be tied up either way, he didn't want to be uncomfortable and waste energy struggling. Continuing as they started to wrap around him, making sure he had plenty of room to wriggle, "I don't care what the hell you're doing, I don't care who you are of whoever else you mess with." He glanced at Chrys, "No offense to you or your friend." He returned the smile,then turned back to ms Cray Cray, "If you have to do something, go ahead, but I want my friend unharmed, unchanged and mentally sound when you're done with him."
He glanced at the projection, "And if he catches a cold, you'll have to pay "
He shouldn't have wasted the effort. The moment he was in reach of the man, he was close enough to make out the dim details of the figure in the dark, the unmistakable call of 'prince' with that voice all too well confirmed his fear, "Don't call me that!" Was the first thing he hissed as he skidded to a stop next to Blake. Hunched over with his arms wrapped around himself, he shivered when he stopped moving and the little hope he had of real help had been crushed and smothered into the sodden ground. He wouldn't admit that, he was somewhat glad to have found Blake all the same or anyone for that matter. Determined to hide it, he pushed past Blake, "I don't know about you, but I'm finding shelter."
Hopefully there was some sort of shelter somewhere out there.
Andries furrowed his eyebrows, confused by the entire situation, "Look lady." He started, not phased by the ribbon snakes that suddenly appeared up beside him. If he was to be tied up either way, he didn't want to be uncomfortable and waste energy struggling. Continuing as they started to wrap around him, making sure he had plenty of room to wriggle, "I don't care what the hell you're doing, I don't care who you are of whoever else you mess with." He glanced at Chrys, "No offense to you or your friend." He returned the smile,then turned back to ms Cray Cray, "If you have to do something, go ahead, but I want my friend unharmed, unchanged and mentally sound when you're done with him."
He glanced at the projection, "And if he catches a cold, you'll have to pay "
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I'M A SPOILT ASIAN STUDENT.
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THATS NOT A QUESTION BUT OKAY! IM JUST HAPPY WHEN YOURE NOT BUSY AND REALITY DOESNT EXIST.
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See if anything interests you :3
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He found himself frozen, literally, in place. Some sort of invisible wall blocking his way. Andries was trying to pull him along, but even he couldn't get past whatever barrier had been put up. Helplessly, he could only watch as the world shifted before him, the buildings folding like paper, the colours washing off them like paint in the rain. Collapsing and shifting into what looked like a painted picture version of reality. To Deamion, he felt like he had stepped into the gallery at the old war museum. Except he was lost within a maze like parody of the room, one that stretched on infinitely from side to side, "This feels like inception." Andries breathed softly next to him. Pressed up against the barrier. A sick display case within the museum.
He had to still be asleep, this couldn't possibly be real. He was a sleep, hungover. Probably draped over a snoring CEO who was going to take off the moment he woke up. This couldn't be possible, watching snake like ribbons hiss and wrap around the rather petite girl, making her scream. He felt something catch in his throat, like a scream that didn't make it out in time. His chest tightened as he saw the razor boy fall as well, entrapped in ribbons when he tried to rush her. Instinctively, he grasped Andries' hand, holing him back in case he wanted to do the same. He didn't care what happened to him as long as Andries didn't get hurt as well. Even if this was a dream..he wasn't gonna let his friend get hurt.
"Don't you dare!" He growled, holding his ground as the woman turned to him. Her sharp gaze saw right through him as if he were glass. It was terrifying actually. He froze, suddenly feeling unsure as she looked at him. Starting to question what he was doing. If this was a dream then, he shouldn't be so afraid right? She couldn't really hurt him, but as the butterfly fluttered towards him, he couldn't help but feel his heart pound in his chest. He trembled, looked up at her almost questioningly before he felt the chords wrap around him. His feet bound tightly together and making him trip. He swore he heard Andries cry out as he hit the ground and damn all his fear if that Bitch hurt him. He struggled against the ropes, his vision blurring and a cloying numbness overtaking his senses.
"Deamion, don't you fucking pass out on me!" Andries kneeled down and shook him, the slap on his cheek leaving nothing but a quickly fading sting. He glanced up apologetically at his friend before the darkness took over. "Bitch! What the hell did you do to him?! What the hell do you fucking want from us?!"
The first thing he registered was the rough coldness of concrete, rough and wet. The water rubbing down his cheek, soaking into his clothes and making it stick to his skin like a second layer. Startled, he leapt up. Stumbling across the rough terrain, he tried to get his bearings. Hugging himself tightly as the rain poured down on him, making his hair hang down in clumps. The rain tinted wind making him shiver as it blew against him. This didn't feel like a dream.
Where the hell was he? He couldn't see very much through the darkness and the blinding rain, but his ears pricked hearing a voice in the distance. He turned, running towards it. Be it enemy or friend, it would be better than aimlessly wandering around in the rain, he wanted to get dry.
He had to still be asleep, this couldn't possibly be real. He was a sleep, hungover. Probably draped over a snoring CEO who was going to take off the moment he woke up. This couldn't be possible, watching snake like ribbons hiss and wrap around the rather petite girl, making her scream. He felt something catch in his throat, like a scream that didn't make it out in time. His chest tightened as he saw the razor boy fall as well, entrapped in ribbons when he tried to rush her. Instinctively, he grasped Andries' hand, holing him back in case he wanted to do the same. He didn't care what happened to him as long as Andries didn't get hurt as well. Even if this was a dream..he wasn't gonna let his friend get hurt.
"Don't you dare!" He growled, holding his ground as the woman turned to him. Her sharp gaze saw right through him as if he were glass. It was terrifying actually. He froze, suddenly feeling unsure as she looked at him. Starting to question what he was doing. If this was a dream then, he shouldn't be so afraid right? She couldn't really hurt him, but as the butterfly fluttered towards him, he couldn't help but feel his heart pound in his chest. He trembled, looked up at her almost questioningly before he felt the chords wrap around him. His feet bound tightly together and making him trip. He swore he heard Andries cry out as he hit the ground and damn all his fear if that Bitch hurt him. He struggled against the ropes, his vision blurring and a cloying numbness overtaking his senses.
"Deamion, don't you fucking pass out on me!" Andries kneeled down and shook him, the slap on his cheek leaving nothing but a quickly fading sting. He glanced up apologetically at his friend before the darkness took over. "Bitch! What the hell did you do to him?! What the hell do you fucking want from us?!"
The first thing he registered was the rough coldness of concrete, rough and wet. The water rubbing down his cheek, soaking into his clothes and making it stick to his skin like a second layer. Startled, he leapt up. Stumbling across the rough terrain, he tried to get his bearings. Hugging himself tightly as the rain poured down on him, making his hair hang down in clumps. The rain tinted wind making him shiver as it blew against him. This didn't feel like a dream.
Where the hell was he? He couldn't see very much through the darkness and the blinding rain, but his ears pricked hearing a voice in the distance. He turned, running towards it. Be it enemy or friend, it would be better than aimlessly wandering around in the rain, he wanted to get dry.
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